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The New Yorker - 3.10.2022
The New Yorker - 3.10.2022
The New Yorker - 3.10.2022
3, 2022
OCTOBER 3, 2022
DRAWINGS Ellis Rosen, Drew Panckeri, Seth Fleishman, Frank Cotham, Joe Dator, Harry Bliss,
Amy Hwang, Carolita Johnson, Maggie Larson, Asher Perlman, P. C. Vey, David Sipress, Roz Chast, Teresa Burns Parkhurst,
Elisabeth McNair, Nathan Cooper, Zachary Kanin, Jeremy Nguyen, Mick Stevens SPOTS Jochen Gerner
CONTRIBUTORS
Jon Lee Anderson (“The Palace Gates,” Rivka Galchen (“Who Will Fight with
p. 30), a staff writer, began contributing Me?,” p. 24) most recently published
to the magazine in 1998. His books the novel “Everyone Knows Your
include “Che Guevara: A Revolution- Mother Is a Witch.”
ary Life.”
Anthony Lane (“On the Rocks,” p. 16)
Nicole Krauss (Fiction, p. 54) has writ- has been a film critic for The New
ten five books, including the novel Yorker since 1993. He is the author of
“Forest Dark” and the story collection “Nobody’s Perfect,” a collection of his
“To Be a Man.” writing for the magazine.
Ed Caesar (“Seize the Night,” p. 42), a Jelani Cobb (Comment, p. 11), a staff
contributing staff writer, published “The writer, is the co-editor of “The Es-
Moth and the Mountain: A True Story sential Kerner Commission Report.”
of Love, War, and Everest” in 2020. He is the dean of the Columbia Jour-
nalism School.
Rima Parikh (Shouts & Murmurs, p. 23)
is a standup comedian and a writer. Monica Youn (Poem, p. 36) will publish
a new book of poetry, “From From,”
Charif Shanahan (Poem, p. 49) is the next year. She teaches at the Univer-
author of two poetry collections, “Into sity of California, Irvine.
Each Room We Enter Without Know-
ing” and “Trace Evidence,” which is Mark Ulriksen (Cover), an artist and an
due out next year. He is an assistant illustrator, has contributed more than
professor of English and creative writ- sixty covers to the magazine since 1994.
ing at Northwestern University.
Nikhil Krishnan (Books, p. 60) is a fel-
Naomi Fry (The Talk of the Town, p. 14) low in philosophy at Robinson College,
became a staff writer in 2018. Cambridge.
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THE MAIL
TOO COOL refrigeration. Cutting back on fridge
use might seem difficult, but it is pos-
Nicola Twilley, in her piece about Rwan- sible. I speak from experience. After
da’s valiant effort to widen access to refrig- reading a 2017 article about how other
eration, acknowledges many of the obsta- cultures refrigerate less, I tried unplug-
cles standing in the country’s way while ging my fridge. I didn’t think I could
also conveying the hope that creating a make it a day, but, using a combination
cold chain will improve the predicament of tactics, including fermentation and
of its smallholder farmers (“The Cold effective shopping, I made it three
Rush,” August 22nd). My fifty years of months. My next try lasted nearly seven
experience in international-development months. Now, on my third try, I’m a
work, some of them spent in Rwanda, week short of making it a full year.
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have given me a more pessimistic view. Josh Spodek
The economic situation of smallholder New York City
farmers is on a downward trajectory al-
most everywhere in the world. This is in MORE THAN MAPS
part because, in the world’s economy,
scale is paramount, and being able to get Louis Menand’s observation that our
more product to market is unlikely to government “does not reflect the popu-
mean more than a slight increase in in- lar will” gets at the heart of many of
BE A
come for small farmers, who can produce America’s current problems (A Critic at
only so much. A more dismal sign is the Large, August 22nd). But partisan ger-
FORCE
fact that few small farmers’ children want rymandering, the phenomenon that he
to follow in their parents’ footsteps. Aid- focusses on, is only partly to blame. The
agency projects intended to improve food U.S.’s use of single-member congressio-
storage and decrease costly waste—en-
compassing everything from promoting
coöperatives to providing warehouses
nal districts is also a major factor. Be-
cause of their winner-take-all structure,
single-member districts inevitably make
FOR GOOD
and technical innovations—have had few it more difficult to select a House whose
lasting results in the past several decades. composition is proportional to voters’ Your name can live on
More often than not, aid agencies’ and preferences. Consider that, in a district
governments’ need to get money out the that is fifty-one-per-cent blue (or red), as a champion of the
door quickly, combined with local fac- a given party secures a hundred per cent
tors, makes progress difficult. of the representation. In California, where
causes, communities,
Thomas Dichter an independent commission has all but and places dear to
Provency, France eliminated partisan gerrymandering, the
state’s current congressional delegation you...for generations
Twilley’s report brought to mind Amer- is nearly eighty-per-cent Democratic,
icans’ almost unlimited use of refriger- despite Democrats’ having won only
to come.
ation. In the U.S., about a quarter of sixty-six per cent of the vote. Changing
households have two or more fridges. to a system that allows for multi-member
Compared with many other countries, districts, in which seats are allocated pro-
we also have longer supply chains, less portionally to votes, would go a long way
fresh produce, and more pollution from toward creating a House that better rep-
transportation and packaging; we also resents the wishes of the public.
have overburdened electrical grids and Grant Tudor
an abundance of unhealthy, heavily pro- Washington, D.C.
cessed products in our diets. One way
that Americans could help people in • Kickstart your charitable legacy
developing countries is by reforming Letters should be sent with the writer’s name, with NYC’s community foundation.
our own system so that we pollute our address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to giving@nyct-cfi.org
shared world less. We could make it themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in (212) 686-0010 x363
easier to run farmers’ markets here, any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
thereby reducing our overreliance on of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter. giveto.nyc
SEPTEMBER 28 – OCTOBER 4, 2022
“If your pictures aren’t good enough, you’re not close enough.” So said Robert Capa, who co-founded
the Magnum Photos collective in 1947. The exhibition “Close Enough: New Perspectives from
12 Women Photographers of Magnum,” opening on Sept. 30 at the International Center of Photog-
raphy, includes Myriam Boulos’s daringly intimate scene of life during the recent revolution in her
native Lebanon, “Jasmine and Laura-Joy kissing in the grand theater, Beirut, October 20, 2019” (above).
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As ever, it’s advisable to check in advance essay the late musician’s distinctive com- mance, covered the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, accom-
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to confirm engagements. positions.—S.F. (Bar Bayeux; Sept. 29.) panied by Karen O herself.—Jenn Pelly (Forest
Hills Stadium; Oct. 1.)
Moritz von Oswald
MUSIC TECHNO Working with his partner Mark Er-
nestus under a slew of monikers, including THE THEATRE
Basic Channel and Rhythm & Sound—and on
Carnegie Hall: Opening Night Gala occasional projects with the Detroit techno in-
CLASSICAL Last year, the Philadelphia Orches- novators Juan Atkins and Carl Craig—the Ber- Asi Wind’s Inner Circle
tra and its music director, Yannick Nézet- lin dance producer Moritz von Oswald builds The magician Asi Wind is a consummate
Séguin, opened Carnegie Hall’s season with patiently unfurling dub-drenched tracks that host: a keen listener who puts his guests at
Valerie Coleman’s “Seven O’Clock Shout,” have long been d.j. mainstays. His own d.j.’ing ease—and scrambles their attention—with
a stirring tribute to frontline workers. In a functions in a similar manner—partly because a perfectly gauged blend of grace and goofi-
seemingly comfortable return to normalcy, von Oswald’s sets are heavy on his own record- ness. His specialty is card tricks, but in this
Nézet-Séguin kicks off this year’s gala with ings, but mainly because his steady hand tends dazzling showcase of his talents he person-
a most gala-like piece: Ravel’s “La Valse,” to turn anything he selects deliciously inside alizes the form by working only with cards
from 1920. A gorgeous orchestral tribute out. He headlines the city’s longest-running on which audience members have written
to Johann Strauss II, the waltz king of the techno party, the Bunker, in its first event at their names. Much of the resulting chica-
nineteenth century, “La Valse” swirls with this Ridgewood space; the night also features nery, astonishing as it is, can (presumably)
gilded melodies and mounting ecstasies— a back-to-back set from Derek Plaslaiko and be explained as sleight of hand of the highest
and attests to none of the horrors that Ravel Bogotá’s Leeon.—Michaelangelo Matos (H0L0; calibre. Some bits, though, are so intimate
surely witnessed as an ambulance driver in Sept. 30.) and baffling that they haunt the mind, as
the First World War. In that sense, it may when he correctly identifies, after asking a
be the perfect piece for bleary-eyed New few short and seemingly irrelevant questions,
Yorkers who, after more than two years, Yeah Yeah Yeahs not only the specific name that an audience
yearn to look beyond the pandemic. Liszt’s ROCK In the course of two decades, the member secretly wishes were hers but also
dazzling Piano Concerto No. 1 (with the three musicians behind the Yeah Yeah Yeahs the reasons she wishes it. Adam Blumenthal
soloist Daniil Trifonov), Gabriela Lena have perfected the art of reinvention while designed the satisfyingly circular perfor-
Frank’s spirited “Chasqui,” and Dvořák’s holding onto their feral essence. Amid the mance space.—Rollo Romig (The Gym at Jud
optimistic Symphony No. 8 complete the Lower East Side rock explosion of the early son; through April 2.)
program.—Oussama Zahr (Carnegie Hall; two-thousands, they reimagined No Wave.
Sept. 29.) They then embraced the time-honored tra-
dition of punks blazing into pop. Avoiding Fauna
a standard rock flare-out, they now carry a The Argentinean playwright Romina Pau-
John Coltrane: “Blue Train: combustible sound forward. With “Cool It la’s dreamy, love-drunk play fits neatly into
Down,” the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ first album in the tiny parlor-floor theatre at Torn Page,
The Complete Masters” nine years, the live-wire trio re-stake their a Chelsea row house where Rip Torn and
JAZZ Promise is sweet, fulfillment sweeter. place in a music world that has finally caught Geraldine Page once lived. Paula’s drama
In 1955, John Coltrane, beginning to accrue up to them. At this Queens concert, the band deals with a director (David Skeist) and
attention after joining Miles Davis’s ground- headlines a bill composed of beloved groups an actress (Veraalba Santa) making a film
breaking hard-bop quintet, was the young that happen to be fronted by Asian women, about a poet named Fauna by interviewing
tenor saxophonist to put money on. Two including the memoirist Michelle Zauner’s her grown children. Legacy is in the air:
years later, after exhibiting rapid growth— Japanese Breakfast and the teen-aged Linda just as the fictional, taboo-breaking Fauna
and, not incidentally, kicking a heroin addic- Lindas—a band that, at its earliest perfor- haunts the play’s present (her empty suit,
tion—Coltrane assembled a polished sextet to
cut “Blue Train,” his only album as a leader
for Blue Note. As a sixty-fifth-anniversary POP
celebration, the label has now released a re-
mastered double-LP version of the enduring
landmark, featuring six alternate takes. The In 2019, the singer and rapper Lizzo as-
record has lost none of its initial impact.
OPPOSITE: © MYRIAM BOULOS / MAGNUM; RIGHT: ILLUSTRATION BY XAVIERA ALTENA
Coltrane’s sound is massive, his fertile ideas cended to pop-star status when “Truth
spilling out in a passionate torrent of inven- Hurts,” her snappy single from two
tion. His memorable themes—many still years prior, resurfaced as a viral No. 1
heard on bandstands today, including the
darkly shaded yet invigorating title tune— hit. Known up to that point for her ver-
further enliven the sparkling session, which satile vocal performances, her focus on
announced that Coltrane had busted out body and sex positivity, and, of course, her
of the corral for good.—Steve Futterman
(Streaming on select platforms.) flute, she cemented herself as an outsized
presence in a somewhat tame mainstream
Tribute to John Abercrombie landscape, as well as a savvy purveyor of
JAZZ The parting decades of the past century feel-good pop. After again topping the
were rife with jazz-guitar heroes, among charts, earlier this year, with the song
them Pat Metheny, Bill Frisell, John Sco- “About Damn Time,” she brings the funk
field, and the elder of the crop, John Aber-
crombie. Although he never lost sight of of her new album, “Special,” to Madison
his bebop roots, Abercrombie, who died Square Garden, Oct. 2-3. The record ex-
in 2017, evolved into a lyrical stylist whose pands her confessional music to include
exceptional ECM recordings are bathed in
texture and mood. What makes this tribute disco grooves and bluesy ballads. On her
show special is the absence of a guitarist; albums, Lizzo is most enthralling when
instead, a quartet featuring three Aber- her cadences blur genre lines; onstage,
crombie associates—the keyboardist Gary
Versace, the saxophonist Adam Kolker, she turns songs of self-love into raucous
and the drummer Anthony Pinciotti— crowd-pleasers.—Sheldon Pearce
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with language than it is in the room, where as the dutiful turned divalicious Barb.—Dan Seán Curran Company and
the romantic quadrangle assumes too many Stahl (Playhouse 46 at St. Luke’s; through Jan. 1.)
awkward shapes.—Helen Shaw (Torn Page; Darrah Carr Dance
through Oct. 1.) Like many Irish Americans, Seán Curran
and Darrah Carr entered Irish step dance
DANCE as children, connecting to tradition through
ILLUSTRATION BY K. L. RICKS
Stranger Sings! The Parody Musical rhythm and costume. As adults, both have
The period detail that’s lavished on this explored ways of being contemporary—he
spoof’s source material, the Netflix sci-fi se- New York City Ballet more broadly, as a standout member of the
ries “Stranger Things,” gets gleefully trans- This year brings the tenth edition of N.Y.C.B.’s Bill T. Jones / Arnie Zane Dance Company
ferred to the stage under the sure-handed Fall Fashion Gala, an idea thought up by Sarah and as the wide-ranging choreographer
supervision of the director Nick Flatto. Jon- Jessica Parker, who sits on the company’s of his own troupe, she by creating a more
athan Hogue wrote the book and a synth- board. By all reports, the yearly event has overt hybrid of traditional Irish and mod-
and-electric-guitar-laden score that shrieks been a financial success; whether the part- ern dance. They merge companies and ap-
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by the musicians Dana Lyn and Kyle San- based in Los Angeles.) Made of weathered tin ysis, it’s a mode of relationship therapy. The
na.—B.S. (Irish Arts Center; Sept. 29-Oct. 2.) ceilings, stair spindles, and torched columns, works on view are hybrids as well, combining
the chimerical pair are at once architectural and painting, printmaking, sculpture, collage, film,
creaturelike, with apertures that suggest Cy- performance, and furniture design. Through-
clopean eyes. The sculptures also incorporate out, Wilson cultivates an inviting domestic
ART drums, which Thomas, a trained percussionist, atmosphere. A gracefully carved wooden floor
will play throughout the show’s run. The instal- lamp—one of several pieces made in collabora-
lation in the next room is just as powerful: more tion with the artist’s partner, Mike Lagg—il-
“Cataclysm: The 1972 Diane than a dozen miniature houses are suspended luminates “Sunflower Night,” a dense, lushly
in space, at various heights. Sutured together nocturnal canvas. The meticulously detailed,
Arbus Retrospective Revisited” from “bible skins” (salvaged leather book cov- doll-size sculpture “Microhouse” replicates a
Fifty years ago, a posthumous retrospective ers), these are delicate monuments to faith modernist live-work cottage, down to its clay
broke attendance records for a one-person show and resilience.—Johanna Fateman (P.P.O.W.; pots, wind chimes, and sleeping loft. The high-
at the Museum of Modern Art. Crowds lined up through Oct. 15.) light of the exhibition is the short film “Life
around the block to see a hundred and thirteen Spiral,” starring the artist as an insect moving
black-and-white pictures shot by Diane Arbus, through its life cycle, from egg to imago, in
a relative unknown whose brilliance was already Paula Wilson brilliantly costumed, sun-flooded sequences.
an open secret among her peers. (Before she took A colorful six-foot-long moth—a painted mo- In less than five enthralling minutes, Wilson
her own life, in 1971, at the age of forty-eight, bile—hangs above the entrance to this New crystallizes her show’s many themes, under-
Arbus had few collectors, but they included Rich- Mexico-based artist’s salon-style installation scoring that her everyday artistic existence is
ard Avedon, Jasper Johns, and Mike Nichols.) “Imago,” a title borrowed from two sources. In inextricable from the rhythms of the natural
The exhibition generated both rave reviews and entomology, it refers to the mature phase of a world.—J.F. (Denny Dimin; through Oct. 29.)
hot takes; dissecting Susan Sontag’s scathing
essay “Freak Show,” published in 1973, is now
almost an academic subgenre unto itself. The
Zwirner gallery, in collaboration with Fraenkel, AT THE GALLERIES
in San Francisco, has reunited the images in this
exhibition, which is accompanied by the new
publication “Diane Arbus: Documents,” a door-
stop scrapbook that reproduces a half century’s
worth of writing about an artist who, as Avedon
once observed, “made the act of looking an act of
such intelligence, that to look at so-called ordi-
nary things is to become responsible for what you
see.”—Andrea K. Scott (Zwirner; through Dec. 22.)
Matthew Ritchie
Have you heard the latest rumor that painting
is dead? The alleged crime scene was the Col-
orado State Fair, where a picture made by an
algorithm won a blue ribbon. For compelling
proof that painting is, in fact, alive and thriv-
ing in the age of A.I., see “The Garden in the
Machine,” Matthew Ritchie’s new show. The
strange, seductive oil-and-ink canvases were
painted this year by the Brooklyn-based British
polymath and conceived in cahoots with a form
of A.I. known as generative adversarial net-
works, which the artist fed a diet of databases Few people are better qualified to answer the question “Who Speaks for
containing centuries of landscapes, portraits,
and more, much of it owned by the Met. (From the Oceans?” than David Gruber, a marine biologist and whale whisperer
2019 to 2021, Ritchie was a visiting artist at who founded Project CETI—the Cetacean Translation Initiative. Gruber
M.I.T.’s Center for Art, Science & Technology, is also a distinguished professor at Baruch College, where, during the past
which has worked with the museum on ma-
chine-learning projects.) The results—primor- three years, he joined a cohort of students, artists, curators, and faculty to
dial-soup abstractions, rendered in the artist’s respond to that question of environmental empathy with a polyphonic ex-
hand on six-foot-wide surfaces, in a palette hibition, installed at the college’s Mishkin Gallery through Dec. 9. (Alaina
of ectoplasm and viscera, with grace notes of
Eden—are haunted by their human ancestors, Claire Feldman, the gallery’s visionary director, was his key collaborator.)
from the anonymous sculptors who carved the Among the art works on view are a new trio of incantatory drawings by the
Green Man on medieval churches to the Ger- category-defying legend Joan Jonas; a beguiling, Vodou-based sequinned
COURTESY THE ARTIST / VDB / MISHKIN GALLERY
Logan Lucky
Steven Soderbergh’s 2017 film stars Chan-
ning Tatum and Adam Driver as Jimmy and
Clyde—the Logan boys, from West Virginia,
who, together with their sister, Mellie (Riley
Keough), hatch a plan to rob a bank vault
under Charlotte Motor Speedway. Also
on the team are Joe Bang (Daniel Craig)
and his brainless brothers (Jack Quaid and
Brian Gleeson). Joe is an expert bank robber,
Though feature films have always been the core of the New York Film Festival though clearly not that expert, given that
(the sixtieth edition runs Sept. 30 through Oct. 16), the program reliably he is in jail; Craig delivers, in the truest
includes a selection of notable shorts. Two of the best in this year’s batch belie sense, a breakout performance, springing
manically free from the bondage of 007. So-
their brevity with their vast historical scope. “Lesser Choices” presents an derbergh likewise brushes off the glamour
interview by the filmmaker Courtney Stephens with her mother, Estelle, who that he conjured for “Ocean’s Eleven” (2001)
details travelling to Mexico City for an abortion when it was highly restricted and its sequels, and revels in the rough and
compromised lives of his protagonists. The
in California, where she was living; she talks about the emotional cruelty of movie, part of which takes place during a
the legal obstacles in the pre-Roe era, the risks of the clandestine procedure, Nascar race, can’t always resist the tempta-
and the positive importance of her decision in her family life. In the Romanian tion to patronize, but as it proceeds it builds
up both a head of steam and an atmosphere
director Radu Jude’s fictional comedy “The Potemkinists,” a voluble sculptor of reckless good will. With brief but striking
(Alexandru Dabija) reveals to a cultural bureaucrat (Cristina Draghici) the contributions from Katherine Waterston,
historical truth behind the fictional elements of Sergei Eisenstein’s classic of as a medic, and Katie Holmes, as Jimmy’s
COURTESY MICROFILM
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Soviet cinema “Battleship Potemkin”—namely, that the real-life battleship’s 8/28/17.) (Streaming on Kanopy, Prime Video,
rebellious sailors didn’t return to tsarist Russia but, rather, demanded and and other services.)
received asylum in Romania. The sharp and sardonic discussion touches
on Romania’s sufferings under Soviet rule, Russia’s latter-day aggression, For more reviews, visit
and the contentious politics of official commemoration.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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spiced smoked salmon and horserad- cream. I took home some health salad and
ish-pickle cream cheese, as for the Lud- kasha varnishkes, plus a sweatshirt bearing
low. There’s something a little sad about the deli’s logo, the sort of old-school-New
TABLES FOR TWO the open-faced Grand Street—avocado York merch that exemplifies Zizmorcore, a
toast by another name, with a thick green recent sartorial phenomenon that reached
Newish Jewish mash topped with watery tomatoes which its logical conclusion earlier this year,
completely overpowers the bisected bialy. when Coach collaborated with Zabar’s
In Mimi Sheraton’s book “The Bialy I like my bialys sliced, but barely on a five-hundred-and-fifty-dollar leather
Eaters,” from 2000, she entertains, and adorned. Are Kossar’s as good as they tote emblazoned with a bagel.
soundly dismisses, a theory that the bialy, ever were? Sheraton would disapprove The crowd was slightly younger on
a bagel-adjacent Jewish roll, originated not of the still raw onions (and the lack of the other side of Broadway, at the first
in Bialystok, Poland, but in New York. Bi- poppy seeds) in the wells of the half- U.S. location of Sherry Herring, a kosher
alys—which are not boiled before they’re dozen I brought home, and would find shop from Tel Aviv that makes herring
baked; which have shallow depressions at the bread itself too pale. But toasting downright sexy, sandwiching salt-water-
PHOTOGRAPH BY ADAM WHYTE FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
their centers instead of holes, to be filled and buttering one filled me with a rush cured fillets—matjes (younger, suppler)
with onions and poppy seeds, most tradi- of happy nostalgia. At a point in history or schmaltz (older, meatier)—on crusty
tionally; and which bear a dusting of white when the art of Ashkenazi food seems baguettes with butter, sour cream, fresh
flour—may not have been invented here, ever threatened, it’s heartening to see the chili pepper, scallions, and tomatoes.
but is there any city in the world where it’s growth of a legacy business. Kossar’s sells On a recent morning at Edith’s
easier to find them? In the nineties, on a bacon but also pletzls, an Ashkenazi flat- Eatery & Grocery, in Williamsburg, a
trip to Bialystok, Sheraton failed to locate bread that’s larger and even scarcer than full-service restaurant that evolved from
a single bialy. In 2022, Kossar’s, New York’s the bialy. Russ & Daughters, that icon of a pandemic pop-up, I counted three ba-
most enduring bialy bakery, which opened appetizing, still owned by the family that bies. The daytime-only menu explores
on the Lower East Side almost a century founded it, has scaled up in recent years, the Jewish diaspora: Russian pancakes,
ago, is expanding. In July, a second shop adding a house-baked bialy (with both exceptionally fluffy with farmer’s cheese;
débuted on the edge of Hudson Yards; a onions and poppy seeds), among other Romanian steak and eggs; malawach,
third is planned for the Upper East Side. things, to the repertoire. a flaky Yemeni Jewish flatbread. On
Kossar’s has evolved considerably over Fine & Schapiro, a deli on West the shelves, which enclose café tables
the years, as it’s changed hands. For a time, Seventy-second Street, closed in 2020, in charming nooks, Tam Tams crack-
it was certified kosher. The other day, I after ninety-three years in business, but ers and the individually wrapped hon-
was startled to see bacon on the menu at it was swiftly replaced by an outpost of ey-sesame candies that my grandpa used
Hudson Yards, paired with chicken salad the Upper East Side’s Pastrami Queen, a to carry in his pocket share space with
for a sandwich called the Houston Street. fully kosher establishment that changed its CBD Turkish delight and bottles of av-
Sandwiches can be made on bialys or on name from Pastrami King when it moved ocado oil, bridging the generational gap.
bagels, the latter of which have become a from Queens in 1998, after forty-two —Hannah Goldfield
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“THE GREATEST AMERICAN PLAY
OF THE PAST 25 YEARS”
YAHYA ABDUL-MATEEN II COREY HAWKINS
SUZAN-LORI PARKS’
DIRECTED BY
KENNY LEON
part of a program that Abbott, who is “You know, these are all sanctuary cit-
running for a third term, enacted this ies until they’re in their sanctuary.”
spring. Texas has bused more than eight The island is not, of course, the mono-
thousand migrants to Washington, New chromatic enclave it’s being made out
York City, and Chicago, at a cost to the to be. There was a Black presence there
state of more than twelve million dol- for more than a century before the
lars. Arizona, under the Republican gov- Obamas arrived. There has been a local
ernor Doug Ducey, has also sent more chapter of the N.A.A.C.P. on Martha’s
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Vineyard since 1963. Edward Brooke, liberal strongholds of New York and Cal- ing part of Miami-Dade County, sued
who, in 1966, became the first Black U.S. ifornia have undocumented populations to block further flights.)
senator since Reconstruction (and the of roughly eight hundred and thirty-five This outpouring of support has, pre-
first elected by popular vote) lived part thousand and more than two million, re- dictably, been underplayed among im-
time on the island, which he called his spectively. Sanctuary cities like Boston, migration hawks. It’s worth recalling
“spiritual home.” Martin Luther King, New York, and Los Angeles came to that, not long ago, voices on the reac-
Jr., Harry Belafonte, Adam Clayton Pow- those positions not in the absence of mi- tionary right were mouthing brittle de-
ell, Jr., and the novelist Dorothy West grants but in their presence. fenses of the Trump-era decision to take
all vacationed there. The cynical expectations were con- children from their parents at the South-
DeSantis could have sent the migrants trasted by what actually happened on ern border and detain them, with no
to any community in the country that Martha’s Vineyard once the migrants clear plan for reuniting the families. That
was large enough to sustain an airstrip. were discovered. Restaurants provided situation also resulted in migrants being
He chose Martha’s Vineyard because of free food, cots were set up in a church, surreptitiously flown to distant locales
its reputation both for prosperity and for and a Spanish-language Mass was or- around the country without knowing
left-leaning politics. The whole line of ganized. Residents gave bedding, toi- where they were being taken. The cru-
attack recalled Irving Kristol’s adage that letries, and candy. Lawyers for Civil elty is consistent, but it also highlights,
a neoconservative is simply a liberal who Rights Boston filed a class-action suit unintentionally, another fact: DeSantis,
has been mugged by reality. Yet it is im- against DeSantis and other Florida state Abbott, and those who endorse their ac-
portant to note that the generally liberal officials, alleging that the migrants had tions believe that liberals will see things
sanctuary cities being targeted didn’t been victimized by a “fraudulent and differently once they’ve metaphorically
adopt their policies in a vacuum. Accord- discriminatory scheme.” (A county sher- walked in others’ shoes. But, to make
ing to the Migration Policy Institute, iff in Texas is also investigating whether that point, they are fine with further
there are more than two hundred thou- the migrants might be considered vic- abusing people who have already walked
sand undocumented migrants living in tims of crimes, and last week Jason Pizzo, miles—hundreds of them—in their own.
Massachusetts. The other traditionally a Democratic state senator represent- —Jelani Cobb
OVER THERE theirs,” she said. “You can meet anyone had almost no armor. I heard shouting
A BREAK IN THE FIGHTING there, at any time. Mines, groups of en- from a basement, and a ten-year-old boy
emies, wounded, dead. There was a group with a shrapnel wound in his chest was
of border guards who had been killed. there with his mother and her ten-
I found the body of a shot female bor- month-old baby. I evacuated them.” As
der guard. That was difficult.” she was cleaning the blood from her car,
She walked toward Hudson Yards. “I the fighting started again. “We just used
do recon, so I’m used to not being in the all the grenade launchers we had, and
ast Tuesday, after thirteen months same place,” she said. “In my unit, we’re Javelins. We ran out of everything.” She
L of fighting in Ukraine, Yaryna Chor-
nohuz got off a FlixBus in midtown
using civilian cars now because most ar-
mored vehicles are destroyed. I drive a
continued, “Things are better now that
we have HIMARS rockets.”
Manhattan. Chornohuz, a twenty-sev- Mitsubishi.” She took out her phone to Part of the purpose of her visit to the
en-year-old recon soldier, drone pilot, show a photo of her car. “It was shot
and combat medic, wore her military twice. It’s not armored. My car is called
uniform with sapphire earrings and a Gypsy King,” she said. She f lipped
nose ring; she has a serpent tattooed on through images of her injection medi-
her forearm, and she had her hair in cine kit, and of evacuated wounded men
cornrows. “It’s an Army hair style in in her back seat. Referring to her duties
Ukraine,” she said. as a drone pilot, she said, “I can throw
She was visiting the U.S. from the different surprises, grenades.”
front; she is on a rotation in the Don- In February, Chornohuz was sup-
bas. Standing on the corner of Eighth posed to be coming to the end of her
Avenue, she was approached by several rotation. Instead, her unit ended up stay-
pedestrians who asked about her rank. ing on at the front. “We went north of
“I’m, like, light infantry,” she said. She Mariupol to help other units break the
explained that her fatigues were from enveloping forces. But they had already
the Ukrainian Army. One man shouted, closed the envelope,” she said. “So we
“U.S.A.! U.S.A.!” A policeman asked had to defend a village in the north. Our
her the brand of her boots. group of five was on the field road for
Just before leaving for America, Chor- days. Then we had street combat.” Her
nohuz had gone to the gray zone—“ter- commander was killed. “We defended
ritory that is not ours, but perhaps not the village from Russian artillery. We Yaryna Chornohuz
12 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022
U.S., with three other female soldiers, Chechen guys we make fun of, who are fore Getty Images acquired the company
was to ask Congress for more HIMARS, cosplaying American sniper movies in (and Mazur), in 2007. Unlike the paps,
armored vehicles, long-range rockets, their TikTok videos.” She added, “I can who sell shots of Ben Affleck looking
heavy armor, and air-defense systems. speak with my daughter on video from depressed at Starbucks to the Daily Mail,
She brought souvenirs from Ukraine to my position. She’s, like, ‘Finish your con- Mazur maintains access by getting along
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hand out at meetings—shards of de- tract, Mom, then we’ll do something.’” with everyone. “I never put out a bad
stroyed Russian tanks. Her husband, —Antonia Hitchens picture of anybody,” he said. He was the
Peter, a soldier in her unit, asked her to first to shoot inside Paisley Park (he used
bring him back some Marlboros. BACKSTAGE to talk basketball with Prince) and the
Chornohuz is also a poet, and she WANTED last to shoot Michael Jackson alive. Bob
worked as a translator in a publishing Dylan made one of Mazur’s portraits
house while getting her master’s degree the cover of “Love and Theft.”This year,
in Kyiv. “I did books like ‘The Girl his photos of Lady Gaga’s tour opening,
Who Saved Christmas,’ from English in Düsseldorf, were seen in print and
to Ukrainian,” she said. She was an ac- online outlets by more than two billion
tivist in Maidan in 2014, but she couldn’t people. Mazur is a classic-rock guy, but
join the armed forces because she was elebrities sometimes introduce Kevin his four twentysomething kids keep him
pregnant. “I gave birth the day the war
in Crimea officially started,” she said.
C Mazur as “my favorite paparazzo.”
“I go, ‘I’m not paparazzi!’” Mazur said
up to date on new acts; after seeing
Olivia Rodrigo sing a line about “Up-
“Then, in 2020, when my daughter was the other day. “I’m the guy that’s invited. town Girl,” he helped connect her to
six, my boyfriend was killed by a Rus- Everybody wants me to be there.” Mazur
sian sniper.” She said that she could is the guy you get when, say, you’re the
survive his loss only by joining the Rolling Stones in 1988 and need some-
armed forces. one to document the “Steel Wheels” tour.
“We were used to trench warfare,” Or when you’re the Met Gala and need
she said. “When full-scale war started, someone to capture Kim Kardashian at
my ex-husband took my daughter to the top of the stairs. At concerts, he slips
live in the U.S. I was on the front lines onstage to shoot Elton John close up. On
and I couldn’t leave.” red carpets, he waltzes past the penned-in
At a brunch place in Chelsea, she sat press and snaps J. Lo from two feet away.
beneath a neon-green sign reading “The trust factor is the biggest thing,”
“Home for the Holidays” and asked for he said. “When you respect somebody,
a matcha latte. “Now I’m used to field they’ll feel comfortable with you. And
conditions. Usually it’s basements, then they’ll let you in.” Mazur, who is
trenches, abandoned houses from civil- sixty-one, with swept-back silver hair and
ians that the local government gave to a thick Long Island accent (David Bowie
us. Sometimes I sleep in my car.” She used to imitate him: “Yo, Kev, come ovah
said that she found the white sheets in heah, take some pic-chahs!”), was driv-
her Washington hotel shocking. ing to Newark for the MTV Video Music
She looked at the menu and ordered Awards, which he has photographed since Kevin Mazur
a “wellness bowl.”“After thirteen months, 1986. He had just left his house, which is
you require some civilian things,” she adorned with his photos of celebrities Billy Joel, and they duetted at the Garden.
said. “I have my coffeepot. My husband (Keef, McCartney) and of himself with At the Prudential Center, in Newark,
and I order each other stuffed animals.” celebrities (“That’s Sting on my boat”). Mazur wandered the backstage hallways.
She went on, “When we were in an oc- Mazur lives in Babylon, not far from On the concert floor, he watched Nicki
cupied frontline village, I went to the where he grew up, a fireman’s son. His Minaj and Eminem rehearse. Stand-ins
town library, and I found a few books first concert was Led Zeppelin—Madison delivered dummy acceptance speeches.
by dissidents, a few from a school of Square Garden, 1977—where he learned Mazur sized up the zigzagging stage,
Ukrainian poets from the thirties.” She how to scalp tickets. Not long afterward, trying to determine where to station
orders books online, and when they ar- he took his girlfriend to see Fleetwood himself. The Red Hot Chili Peppers
rive at her home people bring them to Mac and hid his camera in her purse. wanted a backstage photo with Cheech
her in the field. “When I’m at the front, “Instead of sneaking in booze and get- and Chong: which exit? Just after five,
I’m reading O. Henry,” she said. ting drunk, I had pictures,” he recalled. Mazur checked in with a room of Getty
In January, 2021, she published a cycle In 1982, after taking audience shots editors on laptops, who would distrib-
of wartime poems called “How the War of a Billy Joel concert, he submitted his ute his images in real time. (He expected
Circle Bends.” She posts her poems on photos to Retna, the photo agency; a to take three to four thousand photos.)
social media, alongside photos. “We can’t week later, one of them was in People. “Anybody on the carpet yet?” he asked.
use geotags, or show the horizon,” she He co-founded WireImage in 2001 and “Oh, Lizzo—shit, I gotta get out there.”
said. “I don’t want to be like those rode the Paris Hilton boom times, be- Out on the red carpet, with three
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022 13
We have Madonna, and Kylie Jenner—”
“Iann Dior,” added Marita Spera,
Rosso’s chief of public relations, nam-
ing the young rapper known for the mel-
ancholy banger “Mood.”
“Marni is becoming very supermod-
ern,” Rosso said. “It was much more in-
tellectual, much older when I acquire
the company, seven years ago.”
Rosso has built his fortune on know-
ing what the youth want. In the nine-
teen-seventies, he founded the brand
Diesel, which rose to prominence in the
nineties on a wave of cheeky advertise-
ments. (Two sailors kissing by a boat,
V-J Day style; a Black man wearing Die-
sel diving into a pool as white women
freak out around him, with the caption
“Sun City, 1975.”) Rosso also owns the
Jil Sander and Margiela labels, and re-
“Accidentally flying onstage does not count as cently he bought a stake in the Amer-
‘doing Shakespeare in the Park.’ ” ican streetwear company Amiri, whose
ripped jeans, which retail for six hun-
dred and ninety dollars and up, are be-
• • loved by rappers and N.B.A. players.
The brands are part of Rosso’s Only the
cameras hanging off him, Mazur greeted in the press pen snapped from afar. Be- Brave conglomerate. “All my brands are
his “photo brother” Jeff Kravitz, a friendly fore ducking backstage, Swift gave him brave,” he said, scrunching down his
rival. “When we started, we would be a wave and a “Great to see you!” Mazur sock to reveal a tattoo of the company’s
the only guys out here,” Kravitz groused, delivered his memory card to the Getty logo on his ankle.
eying the fans. “Now, with Instagram, table. “I got so much good stuff,” he told Rosso, who is married for the second
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everybody is their own content creator. them. “She was giving it to me.” time and has seven children (ages: six
And you’re competing with the celebri- —Michael Schulman to forty-four), was dressed in slim black
ties, too, who are taking pictures of them- separates—pants, shirt, and socks from
selves.” He sighed. “We’re all dinosaurs.” ON THE RUNWAY Diesel, jacket from Jil Sander—acces-
Mazur was sunnier. “I don’t think MODERN, ITALIAN STYLE sorized with a diamond necklace and
I’m a dinosaur,” he said. “Not yet!” The bracelet. With his blondish-silver curls
cast of the reality show “The Challenge” and his initials tattooed on two of his
came by. “I have no idea who the fuck knuckles in Gothic script, he looked like
they are,” Mazur admitted, but shot a wealthy rock star reaping the rewards
them anyway. (Kravitz: “My rule is: any- of decades on the road.
one who looks like they spent more He was born on a farm in the village
than fifteen minutes on what they’re t was Fashion Week in New York of Brugine, in northeastern Italy. “I would
wearing, I shoot them. Everyone else is
a schlub.”) DJ Khaled arrived, squirt-
I again, with all its usual enthusiasms—
a singing Lil Nas X in a silver crop top
go with my father to the market on Sat-
urdays. He would always wear a suit and
ing hand sanitizer on fans’ palms, and walking a runway, anyone?—but in a a scarf.” He turned to Spera. “Cravatta?”
Mazur chased after him. “Mayhem!” quiet, book-lined room in the Italian “A tie,” Spera corrected.
Mazur panted. “Fun mayhem.” He spun consulate, on Park Avenue, the billion- “I was in love with my father for this
around, spotted Lil Nas X’s feathered aire fashion entrepreneur Renzo Rosso kind of attitude,” he said. “But I wasn’t
headpiece—“Oh, shit, what’s that?”— was taking a breather. Rosso, who is six- in love with being a farmer.” He swapped
and ran off. When Snoop Dogg rolled ty-seven, was in town for the runway the farm for fashion at fifteen, when he
in, he greeted Mazur with a fist bump. presentation of the fashion house Marni, started technical school in Padua, where
Then: pandemonium. “Taylor Swift’s which he owns, and which was holding he made and sold jeans to friends. “I felt
coming in,” Mazur said. She swanned its first show ever in New York. From super strong, rich,” he said. “Because
by, draped in crystal chains. “Taylor, right his perch on a maroon velvet chair, he then I can get not just a drink when I
here first!” Mazur yelled. Swift, who has listed the notables who were confirmed go to the disco, I can buy a bottle of
known him for years, did as directed. to attend. “Is unbelievable,” he said. “We Martini, so it is nice—to have women,
He trailed her down the carpet, just a have seventy celebrities already accred- to have a nice life.”
few feet away, while the photographers ited to be part of the show. Seven-zero! The la-dolce-vita-on-Viagra ethos is
14 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022
still crucial to Diesel’s image. Two years pink paint from a plastic tub to sixty each, but buyers don’t get to choose which
ago, the brand’s profile got a boost from plywood panels, each affixed to the Cage pieces they’ll receive—they merely com-
the arrival of a new creative director, the by a loop of wire. He is often cited as mit to a quantity. “My paintings have
Belgian Glenn Martens. (Among his the most prolific painter in the world: been two dollars or five dollars or twenty
designs: a pair of jeans fused with boots.) he estimates that he has more than three dollars for thirty years, and I like that,”
When Kanye West briefly courted Julia hundred thousand paintings in circula- he said. “There’s an informal network of
Fox, last winter, he brought her to a hotel tion. His outfit—blue shorts, a white people who know my work. It’s not un-
room lined with Martens-designed Die- short-sleeved shirt, red sneakers, rubber derground anymore, but it’s not in an
sel clothing from the Spring 2022 col- gloves—was dotted with paint. Certain art-world structure.”
lection to try on. In one photograph items in or near the Cage (a watering His paintings hang in record stores
from that day, Fox had on a skintight can, a container of kitty litter) had ac- and rock clubs, dive bars and used book-
denim ensemble and was straddling cumulated so many paint blobs that shops—spots where art is valued but
West on the floor. they’d become nearly unrecognizable. “I money is generally scarce. In the early
“With Julia it was nice, because Die- love the idea of doing sixty paintings a nineties, before they relocated to Brook-
sel at that moment was starting to be day, and finishing them, more than the lyn, Keene and Starling were living in
cooler,” Rosso said. (As for his friend idea of trying to make one that I think Charlottesville, Virginia, and working
West, he is “a super talent,” even though is perfect,” he said. “The whole system as d.j.s at WTJU, the sort of idiosyn-
“today maybe he is thinking something, is based on trying not to beat myself up.” cratic public-radio station where you
tomorrow he is thinking something to- This month, the art gallery Cha- might hear Lou Reed and Karen Dal-
tally different.”) Recently, the brand upped ShaMa is hosting Keene’s first retro- ton and Afrika Bambaataa in the same
its already considerable horniness quo- spective, at its Brooklyn Heights loca- half hour. Keene feels a kinship with the
tient by sending, as part of the invitation tion, and celebrating the release of “The scrappiness of the independent music
to its Milan fashion show, a butt plug Steve Keene Art Book,” from Hat & scene. “The fact that a bunch of guys
tucked inside an elegant tomato-red box. Beard Press. Keene’s work is vibrant, would get in somebody’s car and drive
Among Rosso’s goals is to advance graphic, and funny. He’s best known for six hours to do a show and maybe eight
Diesel and its sister brands into the painting reproductions of iconic album people show up, and they sell cassettes
metaverse. He has always loved tech- covers, from John Coltrane to Kraftwerk or CDs from a shoebox—that was also
nology. “I was the first company to bring to Hole, though he’ll paint almost any- how I toured my art around different
the fax to Italy,” he said. “The vision of thing. (He has also been commissioned bars twenty-five years ago,” he said.
the company is modern, and me, I am to produce original album covers, in- Recently, Keene’s paintings have ap-
modern.” A new division of O.T.B., run cluding for Pavement’s “Wowee Zowee.”) peared in the TV reboot of “High Fidel-
by one of Rosso’s sons, is in charge of Each weekday morning, Keene randomly ity” and in the video for Purple Mountains’
developing the business’s Web 3.0 capa- selects ten scenes, usually culled from “Darkness and Cold.” His work acts as
bilities. Customers will be able to dress cheap art books he buys at the Strand. a kind of Gen X shibboleth, a signal to
an avatar in O.T.B. clothing for wear- He makes six paintings of each image, people that they have arrived in a place
ing in virtual spaces. working on them simultaneously, cir- where it is O.K. to strike up a conversa-
“Renzo Rosso in the digital world cling the Cage, adding one color at a tion about Matador Records or Sonic
can be totally different from Renzo Rosso time. There is something modest and Youth. “You know if you walk into some-
in the real world,” he said. Spera indi- machinelike about the way he drifts one’s house where SK is in the mix, you
cated that Rosso had his avatar already. peacefully from piece to piece, never already have a connection,” Karen Loew
Asked what the avatar looked like, pausing to fuss over the results. writes in “The Steve Keene Art Book.”
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he laughed and said, “It looks like me.” Keene and his wife, Starling, an ar- These days, Keene gets up early (usu-
—Naomi Fry chitect, have lived and worked in the stu- ally around 4:45 a.m.), draws on his com-
dio for twenty-six years. The building puter for a bit, tends to his pets, walks to
THE PAINTING LIFE was once an auto-body shop; Keene built the Associated Supermarket to pick up
PROLIFIC and installed a series of lofts and risers ingredients for supper, turns on the radio,
for sleeping and lounging. The couple and begins painting. “I just love to work,”
raised two daughters there, and share the he said. He’s a process guy. He’s often
space with two dogs and four cats. That compared to Warhol, but Keene feels
day, Keene was re-creating the grainy more in line with Robert Rauschenberg,
portrait from the cover of Neil Young’s and with the installation artists of the
“Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere,” a nineteen-seventies. “They set about to do
n a recent afternoon, the painter vintage Norman Rockwell illustration of a series of tasks, and the performance was
O Steve Keene stood inside “the
Cage,” a room fashioned from chain-
an aproned matriarch putting a roast tur-
key on a dining table (he’d added the
the art work,” Keene said. When Keene
shows his work in a gallery, he often makes
link fencing and large sheets of plywood, words “Food Blog” to the bottom), and arrangements to paint there, too. “My
situated in the center of his home stu- a Chinese-takeout carton, among other paintings are the residue, or the souvenir,
dio, in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Keene, images. Keene sells his paintings on his of the performance,” he explained.
who is sixty-five, was applying dabs of Web site, usually for around ten dollars —Amanda Petrusich
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022 15
spit.” And again: “In this decayed hole
LIFE AND LETTERS among the mountains / In the faint
moonlight, the grass is singing / Over
ON THE ROCKS
the tumbled graves.” What had we done,
in the sun-warmed paradise of Charles-
ton, to deserve all these mountains,
A hundred years of “The Waste Land.” bones, and teeth? So much death, on a
day that promised such life!
BY ANTHONY LANE Cumberbatch was, needless to say,
reading T. S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land,”
which will shortly celebrate its hun-
dredth birthday. The occasion was a
rare one, because the recitation was en-
twined with music: a score composed
in the nineteen-seventies by the nov-
elist Anthony Burgess, no less, to ac-
company the poem. Cumberbatch,
keyed up by the piano and the other
instruments arrayed behind him, took
the lines at quite a tilt, slipping be-
tween accents like a quick-change art-
ist donning pants and hats, and thus
reminded us how funny this bitter poem
can be. Eliot’s sense of humor, whether
savage, lugubrious, or droll, never lay
far below the surface, and, as we honor
the centenary of his most celebrated
work, it’s worth bearing in mind his
responses to a questionnaire that was
sent out to a batch of poets, in July,
1922. “Do you think that poetry is a ne-
cessity to modern man?” Eliot: “No.”
“What in modern life is the particular
function of poetry as distinguished
from other kinds of literature?” Eliot:
“Takes up less space.”
Cumberbatch’s contribution was one
of a host of events that are being held
in 2022, to mark the centenary and, one
hopes, to probe the tenacity with which
ay is the merriest month, and ded Alice bands, and vials of Sussex “The Waste Land,” far from wilting,
M there are few more cheering jour-
neys than a train ride into the green
Rose Aromatic Water for the soothing
of high or fevered brows. We took our
has taken root and spread. Though it
covers vast geographical tracts, from
wilds of Sussex, in southern England. seats for the arrival, on a raised dais, Munich to the Himalayas, it is consid-
And no destination is more peaceable of Benedict Cumberbatch. He it was ered, with justice, to be one of the great
than Charleston, the secluded house, whom the pilgrims had travelled to see, poems about London, and, in April,
wreathed with gardens, that found fame and this is what he had to say: various readings, concerts, and conver-
HENRY WARE ELIOT, JR. / COURTESY T. S. ELIOT ESTATE
back pocket as the barrel of my gun thing a while ago about having a lot of God, I will kill you.
bounces against your chest. “Stop it!” debt, but I’ll fill in the blanks later, like I’ll never rest until I know every-
you shout. You never say “I have a I did on jury duty. I tune back in when thing there is to know about you.
family!” or “Tell my girlfriend I love you ask me if I’ll help you. I’ve never What’s your name again?
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022 23
when my eight-year-old daughter
PERSONAL HISTORY pointed it out to me. I’m forty-six now,
and much that my father used to say
Recovering from a happy childhood can take a long time. rowing up, I considered my father
BY RIVKA GALCHEN
G to be intelligent and incapable.
Intelligent, because he had things to
say about the Bosporus and the straits
of Dardanelles. Incapable, because he
ate ice cream from the container with
a fork, and also he never sliced cheese,
or used a knife in any way—instead,
he tore things, like a caveman. Inter-
estingly, he once observed that he didn’t
think he would have lasted long as a
caveman. This was apropos of nothing
I could follow. He often seemed to as-
sume that others were aware of the
unspoken thoughts in his head which
preceded speech. Maybe because his
hearing was poor. He sat about two
feet away from the television, with the
volume on high. He also wore thick
bifocal glasses. (In the seventies and
early eighties, he wore tinted thick bi-
focal glasses.) The reason he wouldn’t
have lasted long as a caveman, he said,
was that his vision and his hearing
meant that he would have been a poor
hunter. “Either I would have died early
on or maybe I would never have been
born at all,” he said. The insight made
him wistful.
If I had met my father as a stranger,
I would have guessed him to be Sibe-
ecovering from a happy childhood the chance to know him for seventeen rian, or maybe Mongolian. He was more
R can take a long time. It’s not often
that I’m suspected of having had
years before he died unexpectedly. He
was an extoller of childhood, generally.
than six feet tall. His head was large and
wide. His eyes seemed small behind his
one. I grew up in Norman, Oklahoma, I recall his saying to me once that the glasses. His wrists were delicate. I could
a daughter of immigrants. When I first eighteen years of life are the most encircle them, even with my child hands.
showed up at college and caught sight meaningful and eventful, and that the His hair was silky, black, and wavy. He
of other childhoods, I did pause and years after that, even considered all to- and my mother argued regularly about
think: Why didn’t we grow our own gether, can’t really compare. cutting his hair: she wanted to cut it; he
tomatoes? Why did I watch so many The odd corollary was that he spoke wanted it to stay as it was. He was heavy
episodes of “I Dream of Jeannie”? Who very rarely of his own childhood. Maybe the whole time I knew him, but he didn’t
is Hermes? What is lacrosse? Was my he didn’t want to brag. Even if he had seem heavy to me. He seemed correctly
childhood a dud? An American self- told me more, I most likely wouldn’t sized. When he placed his hand atop
inspection was set in motion. Having have listened properly or understood my head, I felt safe, but also slightly
lived for more than forty-five years, I much, because, like many children, I squashed. He once asked me to punch
finally understand how happy my child- spent my childhood not really under- his abdomen and tell him if it was mus-
hood was. standing who my parents were or what cular or soft. That was my only encoun-
COURTESY THE AUTHOR
One might assume that my mother they were like. Though I collected clues. ter with any vanity in him.
is to blame for this happiness, but I Century plants sometimes bloom after It would have been difficult for him
think my father has the stronger por- a decade, sometimes after two or three if he had been vain, because he didn’t
tion to answer for, though I only had decades. I saw one in bloom recently, buy any of his own clothes, or really
anything, not even postage stamps.
The author, on the right, with her brother and her father, in 1976. Whenever there were clearance sales
24 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022
at the Dillard’s at the Sooner Fashion and Jacob had stolen Esau’s birthright was beloved there, as he was in many
Mall, my mom and I would page blessing by putting a hairy pelt on his places, because he gave people the
through the folded button-up shirts, arm and impersonating Esau before feeling that he liked them and was in-
each in its cardboard sleeve, the way his father, Isaac, who was going blind. terested in what they had to say, and
other kids must have flipped through And yet we were supposed to be cheer- he gave people this feeling because he
LPs at record stores. We were looking ing for Jacob. And Jacob’s mother, did like them and was interested in
for the rare and magical neck size of Rivka—that was me!—had been the what they had to say.
17.5. If we found it, we bought it, re- orchestrator of it all. What a sneak. My father had a Ph.D. in applied
gardless of the pattern. Button-ups Though it was also a classic story of a mathematics, though it had been ob-
were the only kind of shirts he wore, household that appeared to be run by tained in a school of geosciences, and
apart from the Hanes undershirts he the dad but, for more important pur- so he had been required at some point
wore beneath them. Even when he poses, was run by the mom. to acquire competence in geology and
went jogging, he wore these button-ups, maybe something else. He had grown
which would become soaked through y dad loved arguments. If he had up in a moshav, a collective-farming
with sweat. He thought it was amus-
ing when I called him a sweatbomb,
M been a different kind of man—
more of an Esau—he probably would
village, in Israel. The few photographs
of him as a child are of him feeding
though I was, alas, aware that it was a have loved a brawl, too. He sought out chickens; of him proud alongside a large
term I had not invented. He appeared arguments, especially at work, where dog; of him seated in front of an open
to think highly of almost anything I arguing was socially acceptable, since book with his parents beside him. His
and my brother said or did. it was considered good science, and mother’s name was Rivka, and she died
He had a belt, and only one belt. It my father was a scientist. Fighting before I was born. When one of my
was a beige Izod belt, made of woven was a big pastime in my family, more partner’s sons saw a photo of her, in
material for most of its length, and of broadly. Our motto for our road-trip black-and-white, he thought that it was
leather for the buckle-and-clasp area. vacations was: We pay money to fight. a picture of me.
My dad wore this belt every day. Every I remember once breaking down in Although my dad didn’t say much
day the alligator was upside down. How tears and complaining that my mom, about his childhood, he did speak, more
could it be upside down so consistently? my dad, my brother—they all fought than once and with admiration, about
He said that it was because he was left- with one another. But no one ever a donkey from his childhood, named
handed. What did that have to do with wanted to fight with me. I was the Chamornicus, that was very stubborn.
anything? He showed me how he youngest by six years. The name, which is old-fashioned slang,
started with the belt oriented “correctly,” I did not call my dad Dad but, rather, translates, approximately, to “my beloved
and held it in his left hand. But then, Tzvi, his first name, which is the He- donkey,” but my dad used it when some-
somehow, in the process of methodi- brew word for deer. I assume that my one was being intransigent. My dad ad-
cally threading it through his belt loops, older brother started this. As best as I mired stubbornness, especially of the
it ended upside down. His demonstra- can deduce, Tzvi went to bed at about unproductive kind. He once took my
tion was like watching a Jacob’s-ladder 4 a.m. and woke up at about 10 or brother on a four-week trip to China
toy clatter down, wooden block by 11 a.m. It was therefore my mom who and Japan. My dad had work confer-
wooden block. made me breakfast—two Chessmen ences to attend. My brother was sixteen
I loved Jacob’s ladders as a kid, I cookies and a cup of tea—and packed or so at the time. My dad took my
think because it took me so long to my lunch, and drove me to school, and brother to a bridge that Marco Polo had
understand how they produced their bought my clothes, and did the laun- crossed and said something to the ef-
illusion. And I also loved the story of dry, and cleaned the house, and did all fect of “Isn’t it amazing to think that
Jacob’s ladder in the Bible, which was that for my brother and my dad, too, Marco Polo crossed this same bridge?”
similarly confusing. Jacob dreams of a and did everything, basically, includ- And my brother said, “What do I care?”
ladder between Heaven and earth, with ing have her own job. But if I thought My dad was amused and impressed. My
angels going up and down it. Another about who I wanted to be when I grew dad also cited with great pride my broth-
night, Jacob wrestles with an angel, or up, and who I thought I was most like— er’s insistence on eating at McDonald’s
with God, and to me this part also it was my dad. My dad slept on many or Shakey’s Pizza while they were in
seemed to be as if in a dream, though pillows, which I found comical and Japan. “He stuck with his guns,” he said,
we were meant to understand that Ja- princess-like. (When I was twenty- with his characteristic mild mangling
cob’s hip was injured in real life. This three and in medical school, I realized of cliché. My dad had a gift for being
is not Biblical scholarship, but I had that this was a classic sign of congestive amused, and for liking people. He was
the sense—from where? My Jewish ed- heart failure.) He was a professor of particularly proud of saying, of the anti-
ucation in Norman can perhaps best meteorology at the University of Okla- immigrant, anti-N.E.A. politician Pat
be summarized by the fact that my homa, though arguably he was better Robertson, “He doesn’t like me, but I
brother’s bar mitzvah is the only bar known as a regular at the Greek House, like him.” And even when he genuinely
mitzvah I have attended—that Jacob a gyro place run by a Greek family disliked, or even hated, people, he en-
was the brainy brother and Esau was which sold a gyro, French fries, and joyed coming up with nicknames for
the good hunter, with the hairy arms, salad for less than five dollars. My dad them. I learned the names of dictators
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through my parents’ discussions of peo- what a herring is, people don’t tell you. wanted to replace it with a Jeep with
ple nicknamed Mussolini, Idi Amin, You have to know it yourself.” no doors. He had always, he said,
and Ceauşescu. He had gentler nick- I should say that I have, through wanted a Jeep with no doors. We got
names for my friends: the Huguenot, the years, received notes now and again a Subaru station wagon.
Pennsylvania Dutch, and, for a friend from students who loved my father. At about 7 p.m. or so, most nights,
with a Greek dad, Kazantzakis. One woman wrote me that his encour- I would hear my father pull into the
agement saved her career when she driveway with the station wagon that
said that I was never involved in the was thinking of giving up. Some of his he wished were a Jeep with no doors.
I household arguments, but I do re-
member one fight with my dad. He told
students were Chinese dissidents, one
had been a journalist, and my dad had
It would then be about forty-five min-
utes before he entered the house. What
me a story about something he’d done helped these students get visas to come was he doing out there? He said that
that day, and I was appalled. He wouldn’t over. Shortly after my father died, a he was organizing. He took seriously
tell a student of his what a herring was. student of his from Brazil invited us all the dials and indicators in the car—
It was a problem on an exam, about to his home for dinner. He wanted to the mileage, the warnings, the details
herring and water currents. The course tell us how much my father had meant of the owner’s manual. He was often
was in fluid dynamics. Many of my fa- to him. What I really remember about going through his hard-shelled Sam-
ther’s students came from China. Their that dinner was the man telling my sonite briefcase again as well.
English was excellent. But apparently mother and me that it was difficult for But also forty-five minutes was, I
this particular student was unfamiliar his wife to live in Norman, because in think, his atom of time, the span of
with the word “herring.” A deceptive Norman no one tells you that you’re shortest possible duration. It took
word: it looks like a gerund but isn’t. beautiful. “Not at the grocery store. forty-five minutes to brush and floss
My father, who learned English as Not at the hardware store. Not on the his teeth. Forty-five minutes to shave.
an adult and would put a little “x” in street. Nowhere! So that is hard for And forty-five minutes, minimum, to
our home dictionary next to any word her,” he concluded. bathe. Forty-five minutes between say-
he had looked up, and whose work an- Students complained not only about ing, “I’m almost ready to go,” and going.
swering-machine message promised to my dad’s Tzvinglish but also about his He, and therefore we, were often late.
return calls “as soon as feasible,” was, at handwriting. His accent was very heavy These forty-five-minute intervals
the time of the herring incident, unfa- in part because he couldn’t hear well, so were because, I think, he did every-
miliar with the word “cheesy,” having his speech was more like what he had thing while thinking about something
recently asked me to define it for him. read than like what he had heard. But else. He lived inside a series of dreams,
He was also accustomed to having stu- his accent could have been managed if and each dream could admit only one
dents complain about his accent in their he had had decent handwriting. He was pedestrian task into its landscape. He
teaching evaluations. All that, and still a lefty, from an era before lefties were often spoke of the life of the mind.
my dad expressed no sympathy for this celebrated, and maybe this had some- He wished for my brother and me that
student. “It’s part of the exam,” my fa- thing to do with his terrible handwrit- we could enjoy a life of the mind. But,
ther said that he told the student, as if ing. When he wrote on a notepad, he as with many phrases, I think my dad
the line were in the penultimate scene pressed down with his ballpoint pen so used “the life of the mind” in his own
of “Gunfight at the O.K. Corral.” My hard that you could see the imprint way. He never, for example, urged us
dad had a weakness for narrating mo- clearly even several pages beneath, and to read Foucault, or Socrates, or, re-
ments in which, as he saw it, he dared I often stared at those indentations, ally, any books. Those forty-five-min-
to speak the truth. One of his favorite which for me had the mesmerizing ute blocks of daydreams were, I think,
films was “High Noon”; this paired well power of hieroglyphs. Maybe this was closer to what he meant by the life of
with another favorite of his, “Rasho- what he didn’t want to, or couldn’t, trans- the mind. They were about idly turn-
mon.” In one, there’s good and evil; in late for his students—something of ing over this or that, or maybe also
the other, a tangle of both that can never making your way in the world when about imagining yourself as Marco
be unravelled. you are, by nature, not really the kind Polo. They were about enjoying being
I now see that he must have doubted of person who makes his way in the alone, and in your thoughts. That’ll
himself in this herring incident, though. world. Maybe the herring was a red her- slow you down.
Otherwise, why was he telling me the ring. When I went to college, I always It also took my dad a long time to fall
story? I said—with the moral confi- praised my foreign grad-student T.A.s asleep. He managed this by watching re-
dence of youth—that he should have to the moon and back. runs of detective shows that came on late
told the student what a herring was, at night. He sat in a dining-room chair,
that it was an exam on fluid dynamics, ne fight I remember, because my close to the television in the living room,
not on fish. And I told him that I
thought what he had done was mean.
O father did not enjoy it, was about
what kind of car he should get when
not while reclining on his three or four
or five pillows in bed. I would sleep
We had a pretty long argument about the old one broke down. For years, he on the sofa in the living room, rather
it. But my father stuck with his guns. drove an enormous used beige Chevy than in my own bed, because I didn’t like
He said, “When you go through life, Caprice Classic, which fit all of us plus going to sleep in my room alone. My
you’ll understand that, if you don’t know relatives for long road trips. My dad dad particularly loved “Columbo,” with
26 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022
Peter Falk. Also, a show with a large is there to tell the mother what hap- rendering. If I had the urge to step back
balding man called Cannon. And “The pened, so that she can cut open the from a just conflict, my dad would re-
Rockford Files,” with James Garner. Gar- wolf ’s stomach and retrieve her chil- mind me that Chamberlain had a choice
ner was from Norman. It was known dren, and they then all have the tini- between war and shame, and that he
that he was related to my elementary- est child to thank for their survival. My chose shame but got war later. If you
school principal, Dr. Bumgarner. He was daughter is familiar with this story heard my dad humming something, it
so beloved, a dream of a man—both the through years of being indoctrinated was probably the “Toreador Song,” by
actor and the principal. Later, when I about the special powers of littleness. Bizet, or Frank Sinatra’s “My Way.”
was older, there was a new show, “Crazy I’m now as old as my dad was when I remember a battle he assisted
Like a Fox,” that would come on before he was a dad, staying up, transitioning me with. One day, when my brother
the reruns. It starred a father-and-son into restfulness by watching those brought home a soccer trophy, I started
detective team: the dad was kooky and shows. Why was my dreamy dad such to cry. I had never won anything. (If
couldn’t be restrained; the son was prac- a fan of detective shows? The only other only I had spent my childhood crying
tical. Together, they could solve anything. shows I remember him liking were less and fighting more!) When the fifth-
Sometimes I slept through the shows, political-argument shows, “Jeeves and grade track meet came around, I was
dimly registering their high-volume Wooster,” and, for some reason that I set to compete in the one event that
presence. At other times I watched them, have yet to unpack, “The Jewel in the had only four competitors—the un-
but while lying down. It was essential Crown.” Was it because those detec- popular distance event. The distance
that I fall asleep before “The Twilight tives shrugged into dangerous situa- was half a mile. If I could run faster
Zone” reruns came on, because a whole tions coolly? Because they always said than even one of the other girls, I would
night of sleep would be ruined if I acci- the right thing? Ultimately, they were get a ribbon, which was at least atmo-
dentally saw an episode in which there men of action. They could easily have spherically related to a trophy.
was a fourth dimension in a closet, or a handled a Jeep with no doors. Maybe Tzvi did something classic in one
character who discovered that he could they were the ideal avatars for a man way but very unlike himself in another.
pause time. devoted to the life of the mind. Not He did something practical. The month
Until I was at least ten, my dad that the shows were a consolation prize before the track meet, he took me out
helped me fall asleep every night. He for having “no life.” It wasn’t like that. to our school track several nights a
sang lullabies about boats going out to The life of the mind wasn’t no life— week. I ran in a button-up shirt, I now
sea and never returning. He told sto- it was life. And great battlefields were remember, one that was white with
ries, one of which was about an ex- plentiful. When my brother had a mild blue stripes. Four laps around the track
tremely tiny child, small enough to fit conflict with his high-school calculus was half a mile. He timed me, and he
into a soda bottle, and one day, when teacher over a midterm grade, my dad shouted at me.
a wolf comes and eats up all the other gave him Churchill’s speech about During the race, when, on the third
normal-sized siblings, the tiny sibling fighting on the beaches and never sur- lap, I passed a girl whose name I won’t
mention to protect her from the indig-
nity of it, she began to cry. To be passed
by me was much worse than just com-
ing in last. But my dad had no sympa-
thy for her. The way he saw it, I had
shown the world; I had never surren-
dered. I guess what I’m saying is that
some ways of being nice came easily
to my father, and other ways were dif-
ficult for him, even as, for someone
else, it would be a whole other set of
things that were easy, that were diffi-
cult. When he trained me for that meet,
he had done something, for me, that
for him was difficult. He had not been
forty-five minutes late.
t the wheel of an armored Toy- projects the self-assurance of a moti- too fast to overturn Ethiopia’s corrupt
Abiy Ahmed won the Nobel Peace Prize in 2019. A year later, his army was implicated in human-rights atrocities.
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in which he swore to eliminate “vora- that their traditional lands had been shrinking the Ethiopian state to allow
cious feudalists, hired fascists, and run- breached, and that they had been shut greater freedom and a more demo-
ning dogs” and smashed bottles filled out of power. cratic system. It would also put an
with red liquid, symbolizing his ene- In 2012, a non-Tigrayan became Oromo in charge of the country for
mies’ blood. Even as the country suf- Prime Minister—Hailemariam De- the first time. In April, 2018, after a
fered one of its periodic droughts, salegn, a mild-mannered Wolayta who brief and contested shuffling of legis-
Mengistu launched a Stalinist collec- had trained as a water engineer. But lative leaders, parliament elected him
tivization campaign, and hundreds of Tigrayans still held key positions in the to the job.
thousands died of starvation. government, the armed forces, and the Within days of coming to power,
In 1991, the Derg was overthrown by state-controlled economy. Ethnic mi- Abiy moved to overturn the status
a coalition of rebel militias; Abiy, who litias clashed, and resentments festered. quo. He began by releasing thousands
was then in the seventh grade, left school There was particular discontent of political prisoners, and decried the
for a time to join the cause. When the among the Oromo, the country’s larg- use of torture in Ethiopia’s prisons.
fighting was over, the fiercest and most est group. As the government pushed He also ended a state of emergency
cohesive of the rebel groups, the Tigray to expand the capital city into surround- imposed by the T.P.L.F. and launched
People’s Liberation Front, took charge ing Oromo villages, many people com- an overhaul of the country’s security
of the governing coalition, and led the plained that their land had been seized agencies.
country’s politics for the next twenty- without compensation. Protests broke The first months of his tenure were
seven years. The T.P.L.F., as it was out, and the unrest spread to other re- dizzyingly ambitious. He announced
known, imposed a program of economic gions. In 2018, Hailemariam abruptly his intention to privatize state-owned
modernization, which in time produced stepped down as Prime Minister, call- enterprises, including telecommunica-
striking gains. For a decade and a half, ing for “reforms that would lead to sus- tions and aviation, and sought agree-
the growth rate hovered around ten tainable peace and democracy.” His de- ments to give his landlocked nation
per cent, and Ethiopia became known parture gave Abiy his opening. access to ports in Djibouti, Sudan, So-
among boosters as the China of Africa. maliland, and Kenya. He went on to
But the real wealth went largely to those biy has an unshakable belief in implement an economic plan, focussed
who were already rich, or to people con-
nected with the government, which con-
A his ability to overcome obsta-
cles—not just to see the future but to
on five areas: mining, information and
communications technology, manufac-
trolled much of the economy. And the shape it. “I used to tell all my friends turing, agriculture, and tourism. In the
leadership tolerated little dissent, im- thirty years ago that I was going to be West, his advocacy of freedom—in pol-
prisoning and torturing thousands of P.M., and everyone took it as a joke,” itics and, especially, in the market—
political opponents. he said, on one of our drives. “Then, drew praise. The Financial Times called
The problems of ethnic division also once I became P.M. and I made peace him “Africa’s new talisman.”
lingered. The Tigrayans came from with Eritrea, I asked my minister of Abiy speaks about his initiatives with
a region in the north that contains foreign affairs, ‘Do you think I could unwavering confidence. “I wanted to
ancient sites of civilization, and they get the Nobel?’ He said, ‘It’s true you add value for my country, and I am
thought of themselves as the heirs of have done everything you promised, doing it,” he told me. But his leader-
a profound historical lineage. But they but on this I am not sure.’ And then ship was quickly met with violent op-
were a relatively small group, making I won the Nobel.” position. Barely two months into his
up just six per cent of Ethiopia’s pop- Before Abiy took office, he did not term, as he addressed a crowd in down-
ulation, and they were trying to retain seem to outside observers like an ob- town Addis, an assailant mounted a
control of a fractious country. vious candidate for a country seeking grenade attack, in which two people
In an effort to reset the balance of radical change. He had spent his early died and scores were wounded. A group
power, the T.P.L.F. split Ethiopia into career working within the ruling coa- of policemen were arrested for failing
semi-autonomous regions, encompass- lition. After rising to the rank of lieu- to prevent the attack; Abiy’s sympa-
ing the traditional territories of the tenant colonel in the military, he went thizers saw it as evidence that he had
main ethnic groups. The effect, a se- into politics in 2010, winning a seat in enemies on the inside. In June, 2019,
nior Western official told me, was to parliament. He served briefly as min- the military attempted a coup in the
“seed the future with ethnic problems,” ister of science and technology before Amhara region, killing the region’s pres-
creating a system of eleven mini-states becoming vice-president of the Oro- ident and the national armed forces’
in near-perpetual tension. For much of mia region. By Abiy’s account, though, chief of staff. Abiy carried on with his
the twentieth century, the Amhara, the he was already agitating from the in- reforms, and increasingly worked to
country’s second-largest group, had side. “I was always telling the former force T.P.L.F. members out of his ad-
dominated Ethiopian politics. Now the P.M.s that I was going to replace them,” ministration. That November, he elim-
government gave the Tigrayans a por- he told me. “You know, they can kill inated the governing coalition that the
tion of land that the Amhara regarded you for that—but I said it.” Tigrayans had led. In its place, he de-
as theirs, provoking an enduring re- When the position of Prime Min- vised a new political vehicle, the Pros-
sentment. Just about everywhere an in- ister opened up, Abiy’s candidacy of- perity Party—essentially the same co-
ternal border was created, people felt fered a new vision for the country: alition that he had disbanded, except
32 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022
for the T.P.L.F., which refused to join. shooting. One man calls out to a com- Ethiopian Embassy in Washington,
The Tigrayan leadership decamped rade to shoot his victim again, because D.C. At the beginning, Berhane told
to northern Ethiopia. In the regional he is still moving; another tells his me, he was hopeful that Abiy could
capital of Mekelle, the former national fellow-soldiers, “Use no more than two bring the country together, but he
government became an alternate cen- bullets—two is enough to kill them.” quickly developed doubts. In July, 2018,
ter of power, with much of the coun- In the end, the soldiers toss their vic- Abiy visited the U.S., and spoke before
try’s bureaucratic expertise and a sig- tims off the cliff, shooting some of them a crowd of expatriate Ethiopians. As
nificant portion of its military force. In again on ledges where they have fallen. Berhane introduced him, the crowd
2020, when Abiy postponed national The soldiers carry out the killings with began insulting him for being Tigrayan,
elections, saying that COVID-19 pre- an air of complicit glee. Their victims and jeering at him to get off the stage.
sented too great a threat, the Tigray- are eerily silent. He hoped that Abiy would say some-
ans defiantly held elections of their own. Finally, in March, 2021, Abiy ac- thing to calm things down. Instead,
The T.P.L.F. received ninety-eight per knowledged that the Eritreans had the Prime Minister went on with his
cent of the vote, giving its chairman, been involved in the fighting, and al- speech as if nothing had happened.
Debretsion Gebremichael, control of lowed that atrocities may have been When Berhane registered concern af-
the regional congress. committed. He promised, somewhat terward, he told me, Abiy chided him
The war began two months later, vaguely, to seek justice. Western ob- for being too sensitive.
with what the T.P.L.F. has described as servers were outraged, but Abiy’s con- Berhane reassured himself that it
both a “preëmptive operation” and a “le- stituents seemed not to care. Three was an isolated incident. “I thought
gitimate act of self-defense” against months later, he held a national elec- things would resolve themselves,” he
forces that Abiy had mobilized around tion—excluding Tigray—and easily se- said. But then the war broke out, and
the region. Before daybreak on Novem- cured a new five-year term. His slogan the news emerged that the Eritreans
ber 4th, Tigrayan soldiers attacked a was “New Beginnings.” were fighting on Abiy’s side. “We were
key Ethiopian Army garrison near Me- Within the government, though, told to publicly deny the reports—but
kelle. Within hours, Abiy’s warplanes some of his loyalists were appalled. how could we deny it?” Berhane said.
and Army units were on their way to When Abiy took power, he had built “That was a sign to me that the gov-
counter the attack and to seize Me- an inclusive administration, with wo- ernment would destabilize not just
kelle. After three weeks of fierce fight- men in cabinet positions and Tigray- Ethiopia but the whole region.” When
ing, Abiy declared military operations ans—those who weren’t loyal to the the videos of war crimes came to light,
“completed,” and Debretsion and his T.P.L.F.—occupying key posts. Among Berhane resigned from his post. For
comrades vanished into the Tigrayan them was Berhane Kidanemariam, who people who had believed in Abiy’s
countryside. served as second-in-command of the early promise, the videos felt like a
But Abiy hadn’t fought by himself;
his forces weren’t strong enough. In-
stead, he had made a kind of devil’s
bargain. To take on the T.P.L.F., he had
formed a military alliance with Eritrea,
which has a powerful army and one of
the world’s most repressive govern-
ments. He had also solicited support
from Amhara militias. Both the Eritre-
ans and the Amhara had old grievances
with the Tigrayans. During the fight-
ing, reports spread of gang rapes, and
of widespread killings of civilians. The
U.S. Secretary of State, Antony Blinken,
said that “ethnic cleansing” seemed to
be taking place.
Abiy’s government heatedly denied
the charge, but videos were circulating
that appeared to show persuasive evi-
dence of war crimes. One particularly
gruesome video, from January, 2021,
shows Ethiopian soldiers filming one
another as they murder at least thirty
residents of a village in central Tigray.
The soldiers urge one another on as
they lead captives—young men in
civilian clothes—to a cliff and begin “I liked this place better when it was a cat café.”
betrayal. “I couldn’t control my feel- Nations, to warn of the rise of Fascism. them during the restoration. There were
ings,” Berhane said. “I still can’t get it Selassie was a crucial proponent of the globes of every size; elephant tusks; more
out of my mind.” anti-colonial pan-African movement thrones; the Emperor’s clothes, includ-
and a vocal opponent of apartheid who ing white Chelsea boots and his uni-
biy’s residence—a modernist man- was personally acquainted with Mao, form from the Second World War. Abiy
A sion, with exercise machines on
the lawn—is surrounded by relics of
de Gaulle, and Queen Elizabeth II. He
was especially close with the U.S., and
gestured to an antique exercise bike and
joked, “They thought only people now-
Ethiopia’s contested history. It sits at made state visits to every President from adays worried about their weight.”
the foot of a hill where Emperor Me- Dwight Eisenhower to Richard Nixon; In the garages was the Emperor’s
nelik II, who ruled from 1889 to 1913, in October, 1963, John F. Kennedy drove car collection: two hundred vehicles,
built his royal compound. Menelik was with him past cheering crowds in the from a horse-drawn hearse to antique
a canny, brutal Amhara who beat back back seat of a gleaming convertible. Bentleys. Abiy pointed out an ar-
the first Italian conquest of Ethiopia At the height of his reign, Selassie mor-plated Cadillac limo—believed to
and went on to expand his empire by built the Jubilee Palace, downhill from be among the last cars that Selassie
using European firearms against rival his former home. One afternoon, Abiy bought before his overthrow—and
ethnic groups. He also brought the took me there. The palace, he explained, guided me into the back seat. It had
country its first automobiles, postal ser- was the centerpiece of his Addis Ababa blue carpet, and a special footstool, cus-
vice, and electrical and telephone lines. renovation. In the basement, he ush- tomized to imperial specifications. (The
The palace where Menelik lived is ered me past armed soldiers and through Emperor was not a tall man.) Abiy
also where Ethiopia’s last emperor, Haile a doorway. Stretching out his arms, he gazed at Selassie’s seal—a crowned lion
Selassie, grew up. Known as the King announced, “This is the gold room.” It wielding a flag—and marvelled, “Ev-
of Kings, Conquering Lion of the Tribe was filled with ornaments: goblets, can- erything has his emblem. Do you see?”
of Judah, Elect of God, Selassie was delabra, a pair of ornately carved thrones. The last known photograph of Se-
hailed as the culmination of a dynasty Abiy opened a cabinet and handed me lassie, taken at the moment of his ar-
that, according to legend, had begun a hefty plate. With a thrilled look, he rest, shows him a slender man of eighty-
with the union of King Solomon and said, “Everything in here is gold.” two, with erect posture and a clipped
the Queen of Sheba. He became a fig- Abiy’s curators had catalogued more beard. He is standing on the palace
ure of global renown in 1936, when, after than two hundred thousand artifacts steps, surrounded by military officers,
Mussolini invaded Ethiopia, he gave from the palace, and concrete-block just before he was humiliatingly forced
an eloquent speech at the League of storehouses had been erected to protect into a VW Beetle.
Under arrest, he was taken up the
hill, back to the palace where he had
spent his childhood. He died there, in
his bedroom, in 1975, allegedly mur-
dered by Mengistu’s security chief.
Mengistu secretly buried Selassie un-
derneath the floorboards of an office
nearby, apparently exulting in walking
over his body.
Abiy seems to regard Selassie as the
ultimate validation of Ethiopia’s claim
to national grandeur. But the Emperor
is a complicated icon. To his admirers,
he is the crucial unifying figure in the
country’s modern history. To detrac-
tors, he was an Amhara nationalist who
brought about unity by squashing dis-
sent and making Amharic the official
language of the bureaucracy.
By developing the grounds, Abiy is
reclaiming Ethiopia’s imperial past. For
years, Selassie’s compound was closed
off, and Ethiopians were afraid even to
approach its outer walls, for fear of trig-
ger-happy guards. Now a zoo occupies
the space of a former military prison.
Abiy is having a new palace built, up
the hill from his current residence.
When it is complete, he said, he will
move there, and open the entire com- ing in time. She is otherwise a shy per- charismatic leader who puts himself
pound to the public, under its new name: son who largely stays out of view, rais- above it all,” Stefan Dercon, who teaches
Unity Park. ing their children. (She and Abiy have economics at Oxford and who has ad-
After Abiy moves out, footbridges three teen-age daughters and a young vised Ethiopian governments for de-
and pedestrian tunnels will connect the adopted son.) cades, said. “But his vision is vague, as
compound with a huge new park area, The First Lady was sponsoring a leaders’ visions often are.” Dercon de-
across the road, where a small army of program that built bread factories scribed a kind of faith-based econom-
Ethiopian workers was putting the fin- throughout the country, to alleviate the ics: “He has this belief in free enterprise
ishing touches on gardens and a plan- problem of food production. Mesfin and prosperity through hard work. It’s
etarium, under the watch of Chinese explained that, on today’s trip, she and the prosperity gospel—he’s directly com-
contractors. Not everything could be Abiy were visiting a young ing out of that. I think he
outsourced that way, though. As we developer who had volun- just likes the shiny projects.”
passed the steps of Jubilee Palace, where teered to add a bakery to a Many of the impressive
Selassie had been forced into the Bee- cluster of apartment tow- results that Abiy touts—
tle, Abiy pointed to some eroded stone ers that he was building. huge wheat farms, irrigation
bas-reliefs and whispered, “I will have When we approached, Abiy programs, industrial facil-
the Italians do the restoration work on was grilling the man about ities—are the continuation
the fine things. I can’t have the Chi- his progress and urging him of programs started under
nese doing that. You understand.” to build more bakeries the T.P.L.F.-led govern-
around town. The devel- ment, which focussed its
efore our excursions, Abiy liked to oper nodded, with a neu- development efforts on the
B meet me in a favorite spot: under
a tree in the palace compound, a short
tral expression, but he was
clearly taken aback. At another con-
countryside. Abiy’s own
initiatives tend to cluster in cities, where
walk from his residence. A butler sup- struction site, Abiy interrogated a de- they can benefit young constituents—
plied coffee, served, in the Ethiopian veloper who had been building a soup and, he hopes, impress foreign visitors.
tradition, in tiny ceramic cups. After kitchen: a tin-roofed structure of con- Without enough access to domestic
we finished, Abiy would ask if I had crete blocks with a cement floor. As we investment capital, he needs money
enjoyed it, and, when I assured him walked away, Mesfin confided, “The from outside.
that I had, he’d say, “Shall we go?” P.M. is not happy. He wants the soup There is much in Ethiopia to attract
Though Abiy rarely talks to report- kitchen to be bigger.” investors. The country has an educated
ers, he seemed happy to spend days Abiy’s interventions can seem coun- population, decent infrastructure, and
showing me his development projects. terproductive, even to his allies. As one enormous supplies of minerals, water,
He and his delegates took me to see a of his advisers told me, “Sometimes we and arable land. But development,
sprawling banana plantation, part of a are angry at him for planting flowers according to a recent I.M.F. report,
scheme to promote agribusiness; a new when we have so many other things has faced a long list of impediments:
airport under construction; and a re- wrong in the country. But he says, ‘This COVID-19, the war in Ukraine, a fero-
cently completed industrial park in the is for the future generations.’ His atti- cious drought worsened by climate
city of Hawassa—one of twelve that tude is ‘Why only concentrate on the change. Most significantly, the conflict
he is building around the country. Abiy’s problems? We need to show that we in Tigray has frozen international aid.
aides talked in awed tones about his are more than the conflict.’” As a result of the fighting and the ev-
tireless energy. A Western observer Abiy finds funding for his ventures idence of war crimes, the Biden Ad-
with extensive experience in the region wherever he can. He has held fund-rais- ministration has cut off Ethiopia’s ac-
put it differently: “He has proven amaz- ers on the sites of Addis’s new parks, cess to credits and loans.
ingly adept at consolidating power and where he can lean on his country’s bil- But Abiy has other funders who are
then seemingly having no objective for lionaires, many of whom built their for- less concerned with human-rights vio-
using it that lasts longer than a month.” tunes under the old regime. In 2020, lations. On a helicopter trip to Awash
One morning, Abiy’s chief of staff, his wife’s office announced that it had National Park, a swampy wilderness
an adroit man in his early thirties named solicited donations to construct twenty east of Addis, he travelled with a group
Mesfin Melaku, drove me to join Abiy schools in the countryside. Abiy gave of Emiratis, whom he introduced
and his wife, Zinash Tayachew, as they some two million dollars in profits from vaguely as “friends.” Abiy had built a
checked in on some of their projects. his book to build more. lakeside tourist resort in the park. The
Zinash, an ethnic Amhara from the He has also printed new currency, water was disconcertingly infested with
seventeenth-century city of Gondar, announcing that it was necessary both crocodiles, but the landscape was rug-
met Abiy when they were both serv- to deter financial crimes and to “sal- gedly beautiful, and the developers had
ing in the military, and not long after- vage the country’s fractured economy.” erected kid-friendly animal statues
ward she converted to Pentecostalism, It has had little effect. During his term, around the grounds. The resort was
his religion. Zinash is a gospel singer, the rate of inflation has been more than one of half a dozen that Abiy was hav-
with a stirring voice; YouTube is full of thirty per cent a year. ing constructed in Ethiopia; the idea
clips of her performing, audiences sway- “Abiy likes to present himself as this was to seek international partners that
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would run them as concessions, and
to use them as hubs to develop the
countryside. STUDY OF TWO FIGURES (MIDAS / MARIGOLD)
Over dinner, at a long table by a
swimming pool, we listened as Abiy Everything he touches turns yellow.
spoke about how Ethiopia could be
useful to its allies. For one thing, he We are meant to understand this as a form of death.
suggested, Ethiopia could “fight their
wars” for them. He had noticed that Death is a wish to improve one’s surroundings.
Westerners no longer seemed eager to
send their sons into combat, but Ethi- Which is to say, to be dissatisfied with one’s surroundings is a
opians were good fighters, he said, and form of death.
did not have the same qualms.
The Emiratis mostly kept to them- To be dissatisfied with one’s child, to wish to improve one’s child,
selves, but an amiable man named is to wish its death.
Fahad Abdulrahman bin Sultan in-
troduced himself as the head of the Her death.
U.A.E. Red Crescent Society. Bin Sul-
tan told me that Ethiopia could be- The dead child is unchanging, therefore beautiful.
come a tourist hub, if it was developed
properly. It has abundant water, and Which is why we say that death is the father of beauty.
it is convenient to the Arabian Pen-
insula (“really hot at this time of year”). He created her.
Abiy, he said, was a visionary: “If he
can have ten years in power, Ethiopia Then he created her again.
will be transformed, like Egypt was
with Sisi.” He didn’t seem bothered His tears gild his gaze.
by Sisi’s fierce repression of his polit-
ical opponents.
In Ethiopia, the Emiratis are a step up their role here,” he said. “But, “Then these guys came.” He was refer-
less significant presence than the Chi- if they don’t come, there are others, you ring to the Biden Administration. “They
nese, who have been in the country know, who are interested.” don’t know who their true friends are,”
for more than a decade. In Addis, Chi- he said. Since the war began, “they made
nese laborers in overalls are ubiquitous: t hiopia’s relationship with the the mistake of talking publicly and down
expanding the international airport;
working around the clock on the park-
E United States was a preoccupation
for Abiy. During a helicopter trip
to me. Samantha Power announced she
was coming to Ethiopia and was going
land known as Friendship Square and through the countryside, he turned away to meet me. Without even consulting me!
on the spaceship-like planetarium; from the view and declared how much That’s not the way it’s done. So I didn’t
finishing up the Commercial Bank of he “loved” the U.S. “Really,” he said. see her, and she left very upset. Now there
Ethiopia, an undulating spire that is “America is a beautiful country. And is a different approach—they know they
among the tallest buildings in Africa. the Americans are very good people. must behave respectfully.” (U.S. officials
Roads and bridges are being constructed And I know the country, maybe better have said that Abiy’s office ignored their
throughout Ethiopia, and the Chinese than some Americans! I’ve driven from attempts to schedule a meeting.)
play a key role in almost all of them. Washington all the way to California.” Even though Abiy was desperate for
No country holds more of Ethiopia’s In the mid-two-thousands, Ethiopia American investment, he couldn’t bring
external debt than China. “The Ethi- became a regional ally of the U.S., send- himself to be too reverent about its pol-
opians still haven’t figured out how ing troops to invade Somalia to fight iticians. He told me that he had “taken
they’re going to pay down the debt, Al Shabaab, an insurgent group linked a big intake of breath” when he heard
which is a problem,” a U.S. diplomat to Al Qaeda. After Abiy’s time in the that Joe Biden had fallen off his bicy-
with extensive experience in the Horn military, he worked for the government cle. “I wish he acted his age,” he said.
of Africa told me. in cybersecurity and intelligence and He went on, “Obama was good at mak-
Abiy occasionally fretted over how spent some time in U.S. training pro- ing inspiring speeches, but he made
much money he was borrowing. “If you grams. “In the Iraq War, I fought with more promises than he could fulfill.”
are a really good person,” he told me, them,” he said. “I was the one who would Abiy grimaced when I asked about Don-
“pray for me for just one thing—that I send intelligence from this part of the ald Trump. “He did a lot of damage to
can manage our debt.” He told me that world to the N.S.A., on Sudan and America’s image. Let’s not even talk
he would like to work more with West- Yemen and Somalia. The N.S.A. knows about him in the same way as the oth-
ern companies, but that the Chinese me. I would fight and die for America.” ers.” Without discernible irony, Abiy
had been useful. “The Americans should Abiy gave a disgusted wave of his hand. said that he was concerned by the tu-
36 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022
With the Tigrayans trapped in the
north, Abiy seemed to be looking for
They harden as they hit the ground. a way to de-escalate. Gabriel Negatu,
an influential Ethiopian businessman
They are a tribute scattered at her perfected feet. who lives in Washington, D.C., but re-
mains close to Abiy, told me that the
Unlike other forms of grief, they are durable, portable. offensive had been halted for financial
reasons; the war was costing hundreds
A currency, they can be exchanged for other beautiful or useful things. of millions of dollars. “That was why
the P.M. pulled back,” he said. “Also,
His weighty head lifts, a sunflower at midmorning. he didn’t want to be responsible for two
to three million Tigrayans starving, pos-
His yellowed eyes open. sibly to death, because they hadn’t been
able to plant seeds.” Abiy thought that
The air glitters with particulate light. a long-term occupation of Tigray was
unsustainable, Negatu said. But parts
He takes a deep breath in. of the military felt that he had given
up the fight too soon. His Amhara al-
Aspiration. lies and the Eritreans were angry, too;
they wanted to finish off the T.P.L.F.
A nebula of gold stars swarms into his open mouth. Abiy’s aides insisted that he was
still seeking unity. “The P.M. believes
Gold spangles the moving darknesses of his blood, his lungs. our strength lies in our diversity,” one
told me. But, as the conf lict grew
Even the rivers in this country pave their streets with gold. more intense, Abiy began referring to
T.P.L.F. members as “the cancer of
—Monica Youn Ethiopia,” and as “devils” and “weeds.”
Even though he made a show of dis-
tinguishing between the T.P.L.F. and
multuous condition of the United States. retaking its capital, Mekelle, and parad- ordinary Tigrayans—the “weeds” and
“America’s politics have been ruined by ing thousands of captured Ethiopian the “wheat”—the country’s ethnic fac-
entertainment culture and media, which soldiers through the streets. Abiy was tions understood that the constraints
is why its politicians are always trying humiliated. Almost overnight, his army on conflict were gone. Both the Am-
to behave as if they are in a drama,” he had been routed and Tigray had been hara and the Tigrayans continued to
said. “The world needs America, but it lost. There was even talk among some fight over territory. Oromo nationalist
needs it to be stable, and for its system Tigrayans of seceding from Ethiopia. groups were increasingly restive.
to reflect institutional continuity.” The conflict settled into a dismal This summer, militias in the coun-
Jeff Feltman, who served as the U.S. stalemate. Abiy’s government sought tryside carried out a spate of massacres.
special envoy to the Horn of Africa until to isolate Tigray, cutting off its electric- In the first, in mid-June, hundreds of
this spring, told me that he was famil- ity, communications, air links, and food ethnic Amhara civilians were killed in
iar with Abiy’s complaints, and with his supplies. The United Nations warned Oromia; among the victims were women
habit of discounting the evidence of war of widespread starvation, and called for and children who were shot or burned
crimes. “I had the same tour as you,” he humanitarian relief to feed four million alive. When I raised the slaughter with
said. “Abiy was saying what a man of vi- of Tigray’s roughly six million people. Abiy, he brushed aside the news. He
sion he was, that the U.S. simply did not Last fall, in an effort to break the said that there were always people “up
understand him, that he was trying to siege, Tigrayan forces went on the of- to mischief ” in the countryside, and
move Ethiopia into the future, and that fensive again, overrunning several Am- that he knew how to deal with them.
Tigray was just a distraction. The charm hara cities and marching to within a When a second massacre took place,
offensive didn’t work.” A current senior hundred and twenty miles of Addis a few weeks later, the brutality became
U.S. official put it succinctly: “We’d like Ababa. Hoping to rally a patriotic de- harder to ignore. Abiy blamed the vi-
to support the P.M.’s economic domes- fense of the capital, Abiy travelled to olence on a militia called the Oromo
tic program, but we can’t until there are the front, where he was photographed Liberation Army, which was allied with
no more human-rights atrocities.” in fatigues alongside his soldiers. As the T.P.L.F. But the O.L.A. denied in-
the international community urged the volvement, saying that the killings had
biy’s war with the Tigrayans had Tigrayans to withdraw, Abiy’s forces been carried out by government-allied
A a brutal second act. In June 2021,
days after the election in which he se-
struck, with the help of drones, report-
edly supplied by Turkey, Iran, and the
militias, while soldiers from the Ethi-
opian Army stood by. Ascertaining the
cured his second term, the T.P.L.F. U.A.E. By Christmas, the Tigrayan truth was impossible, because the gov-
launched a lightning counter-offensive, forces had retreated. ernment had restricted access to the
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022 37
areas. (There were few international We have arrested five thousand peo- had placed Tigrayans in internment
media outlets in Ethiopia; correspon- ple. This is not just based on hearsay— camps—many of them makeshift fa-
dents from The Economist and the Times, this is based on information.” It was as cilities in schools and municipal build-
among others, had been expelled.) if Abiy were speaking not to his peers ings. She avoided armed security men
After the second massacre, Abiy ap- but to his opposition. “What we want in the streets, for fear that she’d be asked
peared in parliament, where legislators to tell our enemies is that the govern- for I.D. and taken away.
questioned him. “When is your gov- ment of Ethiopia believes in this coun- Even non-Tigrayan residents had
ernment going to stop this?” one de- try’s resilience, and in reform, and, if reason to be concerned about surveil-
manded. “Why is it difficult for you to necessary, will make sacrifices,” he said. lance. Under the T.P.L.F.-led govern-
hold those responsible accountable?” “This country cannot be destroyed.” ment, Abiy had helped found what is
Abiy was evasive. “Terrorists are op- now called the Information Network
erating all over the world,” he said, reel- uring my time in Ethiopia, I stayed Security Administration, which over-
ing off statistics of recent killings in
the United States. “Without stopping
D at the Hilton, near Abiy’s palace.
The hotel is owned by the government,
saw cybersecurity in a country where
the state tightly restricted life online.
their children dying in their cities, they and the employees evidently knew that Feltman, the former U.S. special envoy,
are talking about our agenda.” He said I was an official guest; the doormen sa- told me, “Everyone knows that in Ethi-
that he was hearing a lot of “prescrip- luted whenever I came and went. opia the walls have ears.”
tive” solutions from people, and added The local people I spoke with seemed When I visited the Ethiopian Arti-
loftily, “I should point out that the gov- conscious that they, too, were under ficial Intelligence Institute, the director
ernment has more information than scrutiny. Any criticism of the govern- showed me the country’s first domes-
the general public.” ment was couched in wary hypotheti- tically built robot. A large female-look-
Abiy began a long soliloquy, prais- cals: “Some might say that things have ing figure wearing a traditional dress, it
ing Ethiopia’s military history and its gone off track.” There were a few ex- rolled out on wheels and delivered a
moral traditions: “We still respect our ceptions. A cabdriver exploded with short speech of welcome. It was hard
elders and love our families. But they outrage when I told him that I was to concentrate on the technology. At
only want to talk about poverty, kill- headed to the national human-rights the back of the room, a wall-size screen
ings.” Working himself into a rant, he commission, which he insisted had be- displayed an image of my own face,
suggested that he was surrounded by come a government propaganda out- pulled from photographs online.
antagonists, held at bay by his security let. A young woman I met trembled The director explained that the cen-
forces. “You don’t see the terrorists with anxiety as she described living in ter was involved in everything from lan-
shooting at this House, because we have Addis. She was part Tigrayan, she guage and mining to national security.
protected it,” he said. “There are those explained, and had changed her name It was also working on a voice-identi-
who buy people within our structures. to disguise her ethnicity. During the fication system—“important for intel-
We are working hard to identify them. T.P.L.F.’s offensives, Abiy’s government ligence, for identifying terrorists trying
to conceal their identities.” A command
center had been established at the fed-
eral police headquarters, led by Abiy’s
former chief of intelligence, where mon-
itors showed live feeds from cameras at
intersections around the city. “Since we
built it, traffic crimes have gone down,”
the director said. Of course, it was also
useful for intelligence and crowd con-
trol: “If people are gathering, we see it.”
Ethiopia’s main partner in the project
was the U.A.E., which maintains one
of the world’s most aggressive systems
of citizen surveillance.
At the Information Network Secu-
rity Administration, the director, a burly
man named Shumete Gizaw, showed
me an Ethiopian-made drone, equipped
with a fearsome gun. “Good for agri-
culture—but it also can have a military
use,” he said. As Shumete walked
me through the facility, he kept up a
running commentary about how the
T.P.L.F. had “ruined Ethiopia” through
“The mirrors really do make this apartment look bigger.” corruption and expansionist tenden-
cies. “They deliberately destroyed our
social fabric, built up over millennia,
making everyone suspicious of one an-
other,” he said. “They are the original
troublemakers. We are unlucky, brother.”
S H E L T E R N I C O L E K R A U S S
BOOKS
EGO TRIP
The early Romantics and their troublesome legacy.
BY NIKHIL KRISHNAN
I
remember the first time I encoun- eighteen-hundreds, when Jena, a small never-ending supply of confidence,” she
tered a pierced eyebrow. I was six- German town on the river Saale, be- writes. “Maybe some of the choices were
teen, travelling with the debate team came home to a formidable coterie. Here, reckless, but they were mine.”
from my high school in the quiet sub- she writes, was “a group of novelists, She acknowledges, of course, that all
urbs of Bangalore to the busy city cen- poets, literary critics, philosophers, es- this spontaneity rested on “the privi-
ter for a regional meet. I had managed sayists, editors, translators and play- lege of knowing that if it all went wrong,
to get the team together only by prom- wrights who, intoxicated by the French I would always have been able to knock
ising the other boys that there would Revolution, placed the self at the cen- on my parents’ (middle-class) door.” A
be girls there. But the girls we were tre stage of their thinking.” great deal of freedom, it’s clear, came
ranged against, who went to a “progres- There we have that peculiar thing, from her “clever, liberal, loving and ac-
sive” school for which we had an unre- “the self.” Wulf sometimes allows us ademic parents” and from her E.U. pass-
flective contempt, were creatures from the German original: “The Ich, for bet- port. Perhaps the reason I am reluctant
another world. They all wore a kind of ter or worse, has remained centre stage to join her ardent advocacy for the Jena
shapeless tie-dyed garment that couldn’t ever since. The French revolutionaries Set has something to do with the ways
be part of any uniform, spoke in a slack, changed the political landscape of Eu- in which my own path to philosophy
almost American drawl, and, with their rope, but the Jena Set incited a revolu- differs from hers: no E.U. passport and
air of casual privilege, were amused by tion of the mind.” If Wulf is right, the only a grim told-you-so awaiting me
our prissy diction—our try-hard idea of girl with the pierced eyebrow was part on the other side of a knock on the pa-
what proper English was supposed to of an unfolding world-historical drama rental door.
sound like—and our evident lack of ease that began on the banks of the Saale. The philosopher Johann Gottlieb
around them. In the manner of such works—and Fichte is supposed to have declared in
Being well practiced, we won the de- consistent with the Ich philosophy that his first lecture at Jena that “a person
bate. But, chatting with the girls after- she chronicles—Wulf tells us a fair should be self-determined, never let-
ward, we found that they disdained our amount about her own self. I discovered ting himself be defined by anything ex-
pleasure in victory, along with our hand- that she was, like me, born “in the riot- ternal.” Let’s put aside the fact that the
me-down polyester ties and blazers, our ous colours of India”; studied, as I did, world, with its passport controls and its
identical short-back-and-sides haircuts. philosophy in college, a subject that pulled subtler hierarchies, makes not being
I awkwardly asked the one with the her “into an intoxicating world of think- “defined by anything external” a harder
pierced eyebrow whether her piercing ing”; and now lives, as I do, in London, task for some people than for others.
had a “meaning.” She smirked a little. “a big dirty metropolis full of people.” Does the broader Romantic fixation on
“Self-expression,” she said. “But what Wulf had, as I did not, parents who the autonomous self make sense where
does it express?” I asked, entirely in ear- taught her “to follow my dreams,” hav- it matters?
nest. She repeated herself very slowly, ing done so themselves when they left
Germany to do public-spirited work in
as if to a total doofus, “Self. Expression.”
I thought that I’d eventually under- India. She had a daughter when she was
“ M agnificent Rebels” is a buoyant
work of intellectual history
stand what she meant, but even now twenty-two and moved, when that daugh- written as what was once termed the
I’m not sure I do. The episode came to ter was six, from Germany to England: “higher gossip.” Wulf ’s story, as the
ABOVE: LALALIMOLA
mind as I read Andrea Wulf ’s “Mag- “It was a snap decision. I quit my stud- movie ads used to say, has everything.
nificent Rebels: The First Romantics ies, sold my few possessions and moved There’s the handsome young poet in
and the Invention of the Self ” (Knopf ). to London.” Wulf was “a single mother love with a sickly pubescent girl; the
Wulf ’s book concerns a period, from with a half-finished education, a trunk brilliant woman whose literary work
the mid-seventeen-nineties to the early full of books, no income, and a seemingly was credited to the men in her life; the
60 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022
Louche devotees of free love and free thinking, the Jena Set sought to challenge literary, political, and personal conventions.
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passionate friendships shattered into ture,” a conception that encourages what ments as “My will alone . . . shall float
fierce feuds. There are writers who strug- Wulf vaguely terms “a shift towards the audaciously and boldly over the wreck-
gle to write and others who struggle to importance of the self.” Fichte wanted age of the universe.”
stop. A steady and ominous undertone to expand the role of the Ich still fur-
to all the cogitation and copulation is ther, removing its blindfold and abol- hat’s easier to grasp is the human
the rise of Napoleon, a Romantic fig-
ure in his own way, from the ashes of
ishing the idea of an inaccessible thing-
in-itself; the self after Kant became
W appeal of the other figures who
populate the pages of this book. They
the 1789 revolution in France. “creative and free.” were, of course, the original Roman-
Such drama, such freedom—in so The rhetoric of freedom and self-de- tics, at a time when the German word
small a town, and in so unfree an age. termination must have appealed to the for the sensibility (romantisch) hadn’t
How was it possible? Wulf believes that young Fichte, the son of a ribbon-weaver yet acquired its modern significance.
the atmosphere of intellectual and (to a in Saxony. He had gained a spot at an One might call Wulf ’s telling novel-
point) political freedom was sustained by élite boarding school after a beneficent istic, although only a nineteenth-cen-
the sheer difficulty of censorship in a visiting baron heard him recite, from tury Russian novelist would have a cast
“splintered and inward-looking” Ger- memory, a sermon that he had listened of protagonists with such inconve-
many, still a “patchwork of more than fif- to when he was looking after livestock niently similar names: Friedrich Schil-
teen hundred states,” in the dying days by a church. Fichte remade himself in ler, Friedrich Schelling, Friedrich Schle-
of the Holy Roman Empire. Thinkers the time-honored way, unlearning his gel. There is another Friedrich—von
and writers of a progressive stripe were rube’s accent and marrying a civil ser- Hardenberg—who wrote under the
drawn to Jena by what an older member vant’s educated daughter. Yet amid his name Novalis. There are two Johanns
of Wulf ’s ensemble, Friedrich Schiller, dense metaphysical publications was a and two Carolines. Wulf and her pub-
described as the unusual prospect of “com- pamphlet, circulated in 1793 (and pru- lishers have gone several extra miles to
plete freedom to think, to teach and to dently unsigned), extolling the revolu- help the reader keep them all straight:
write.” And, of course, to read the books, tion in France. “Just as that nation has informative chapter titles, a careful
newspapers, and pamphlets pumped out torn away the external chains of man,” index, and a dramatis personae with
by a thriving publishing trade. he wrote later, “my system tears away minibiographies.
The background to the new Ich phi- the chains of the thing-in-itself, or ex- Looming over the young blood of
losophy was the revolutionary work of ternal causes, that still shackle him more Jena was that national icon Goethe,
Immanuel Kant. He was now entering or less in other systems, even the Kant- who, early in Wulf ’s book, rides pictur-
his eighth decade, but his writings were ian. My first principle establishes man esquely from his home in Weimar to
still being discussed by readers in Jena, as an independent being.” his friends in Jena on a hot summer’s
Wulf tells us, “with the same passion as Arriving at the University of Jena in day across wheat fields at harvest time.
others did popular novels.” “What is 1794, Fichte began to cultivate a messi- His youthful novel “The Sorrows of
Enlightenment?” Kant had asked, an- anic persona. “Gentlemen, go into your- Young Werther” (1774) had captivated
swering—in a phrase that still retains selves,” he shouted from his lecturer’s a generation a couple of decades ear-
something of its original spine-tingling pulpit. (To judge by Wulf ’s verbs—“thun- lier; in imitation of the title character,
power—that it was nothing more or dered,”“roared,”“bellowed”—Fichte had readers dressed in yellow waistcoats and
less than “man’s emergence from his breeches. Imitation didn’t stop there: so
self-imposed immaturity.” More pith- many young men were said to have
ily, he challenged his contemporaries, taken Werther’s lovelorn example to
“Dare to know.” heart and killed themselves that, Lord
Kant had primed people to focus on Byron jested, Goethe had claimed
how their knowledge of the world was more lives than Napoleon. By the sev-
conditioned by their minds; in Wulf ’s enteen-nineties, Goethe was a senior
précis, “We’ll always see it through the statesman, less a member of the Jena
prism of our thinking.” Even time and Set than its “benevolent godfather.” But
space were not “actual entities” but, it was his friend Friedrich Schiller, the
rather, belonged to “the subjective con- no indoor voice.) “Act! Act!” he exhorted. celebrated playwright, who persuaded
stitution of the mind.” They were, as “That’s what we are here for.” He left him to take thinkers like Fichte seri-
Wulf puts it, the “lens through which the auditorium followed by a gaggle of ously. Goethe had considered himself
we see nature.” We were to distinguish, reverent students, “like a triumphant a realist, dedicated to the observation
then, between a thing as we perceive it Roman emperor.” of nature; Schiller was inclined toward
and the “thing-in-itself.” For long-suffering readers of his idealism, and the inward-turned inter-
Ever since Fichte read Kant’s “Cri- treatises, the adulation that Fichte in- rogations of the soul.
tique of Practical Reason” in 1790, an- spired is hard to understand. Perhaps By the mid-seventeen-nineties, the
notating frenetically as he went, he had, one needed to be there, to feel the force brothers Schlegel—August Wilhelm
he declared, “been living in a new world.” of his presence, his prophet’s manner. and Friedrich—were also in Jena. So
He was moved, it seems, by a grand Little else could explain how people were the brothers Humboldt—Wilhelm
picture of the self as “a lawgiver of na- kept a straight face at such pronounce- and, on regular sojourns, Alexander (the
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subject of Wulf ’s previous book). Schel-
ling had survived his early years as a
child prodigy and, later, enrollment at
a forbiddingly austere Protestant sem-
inary to publish work in which he ar-
gued that the Ich was identical with na-
ture. The dashing Novalis visited when
he could, sharing his hopeless love for
a dying girl with his friends, along with
the poetic-philosophical fragments that
made him famous. His may be the most
resonant formulation of the Romantic
essence: “By giving the commonplace a
higher meaning, by making the ordi-
nary look mysterious, by granting to
what is known the dignity of the un-
known and imparting to the finite a
shimmer of the infinite, I romanticise.”
So much for the men. The women
are equally remarkable, none more so
than Caroline Böhmer Schlegel Schell-
ing. (She was married to August Wil-
helm Schlegel for seven years and then “Dad, you’re fired. And, obviously, I’ll understand if you have to stop
to Friedrich Schelling for six.) She was paying my phone bill till you get back on your feet.”
essential to, although never properly
credited for, what have become canon-
ical German translations of Shakespeare.
• •
“She ticked syllables, tapping her fin-
gers on the table as she transformed feat of the Prussian Army at the deci- ers who briefly lived there. English writ-
August Wilhelm’s text into melody and sive Battle of Jena. A marginal member ers of the period were much taken with
poetry,” Wulf writes. Her marriage to of the set, Georg Wilhelm Friedrich August Wilhelm Schlegel’s thoughts
Schlegel, in 1796, was her second, and Hegel, then completing his “Phenom- about Shakespeare, which credited him
came after many years of her rejecting enology of Spirit,” the summation of with being a true Romantic. Shelley,
him. “Schlegel and me! No, nothing is the German idealist tradition, watched Hazlitt, and Carlyle agreed. Coleridge
going to happen between us,” she said, the conqueror with awe, “an individual freely lifted passages from the Schle-
like a rom-com heroine resisting the in- who, concentrated here at a single point, gels’ work for his own literary lectures.
evitable. She eventually decided that he seated on a horse, reaches out across the Emerson discovered German Roman-
might be just the thing after all, but not world and dominates it.” ticism through Coleridge; his fellow
before several rumored affairs, a preg- American transcendentalists taught
nancy that resulted from a one-night ulf ’s affecting coda shows us the themselves German so that they could
stand after a ball, and a stint in prison
for suspected revolutionary sympathies.
W scene on the eve of the battle:
people hiding their valuables in antici-
read the German idealists. Walt Whit-
man found the “great System of Ideal-
The Jena Set could be prolific, pub- pation of looters; drunk soldiers smash- istic Philosophy in Germany,” in par-
lishing a constant stream of treatises, ing windows and furniture. The French ticular the “theory that the human mind
essays, and reviews, often of one anoth- troops emptied Jena of bread and soon and external nature are essentially one,”
er’s work. Their love lives and their mar- had slaughtered the last edible animal; to be so compelling that he took to re-
riages typically moved along separate after firewood stores were exhausted, they moving all his clothes in order to com-
tracks. And they had a habit of making looked elsewhere for fuel—to the furni- mune with nature. The spirit of Jena
trouble for themselves. When Friedrich ture and the books and manuscripts that endured not only on Walden Pond and
Schlegel wrote that one of Schiller’s belonged to the university’s professors. in the English Lake District but per-
poems was “best read backwards,” Schil- Most of the Jena Set had long since made haps also on Freud’s infamous couch.
ler—who had a notable sideline as a themselves scarce. Caroline Schelling, for Wulf notes that the Viennese doctor
journal editor—decided to blacklist both one, was philosophical: “What can last regularly referred to the Jena Set’s work;
brothers. And so things went, setting no longer must perish.” It was the end of indeed, his “das Ich” was what his En-
the pattern for other literary sets since: one bright and shining moment. glish readers know as “the ego.”
reading, writing, reviewing, feuding, Still, retrospection has a way of mak- The Romanticism of the original
spouse-swapping. All this until Napo- ing such moments even brighter and Romantics was complex enough to speak
leon Bonaparte appeared astride his shinier, and Jena Romanticism survived to the events of the past two centuries.
noble steed, pulling off a crushing de- in the continuing influence of the think- It stood for self-determination and
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022 63
self-expression against enforced confor- The reason sheep (and cacti and boul- It is no surprise that it should be so; we
mity, and for the unity of mind and na- ders) have no obligations is that they need other people to be anybody at all.
ture, even as an increasingly industrial lack the distinctively human faculty of Even the pierced eyebrow achieves
society seemed intent on prising them choice. But the Romantics sought to its meaning within a web of social con-
apart. It stood, finally, for a richer pic- push this idea further. As the Canadian ventions. I can choose the adornment
ture of human life in an age of growing philosopher Charles Taylor has observed, but not what it signifies. What, in any
bureaucracy, for passion in an age of arid self-determining freedom—“the idea case, would be the point of self-expres-
rationality. What’s not to like? that I am free when I decide for myself sion if no one understood what we were
what concerns me, rather than being expressing? Would Robinson Crusoe
ndrea Wulf ’s fine and thorough shaped by external inf luences”—is bother getting a tattoo?
A book is not only a narrative but an
argument—a working-through of a
closely twinned with the powerful mod-
ern ideal of “authenticity.” Individual-
Wulf presents “the demands of so-
ciety” and “personal liberty” as antag-
problem that she introduces at the be- ity, Friedrich Schlegel declared, “is the onistic, but the relationship is more
ginning. “The liberation of the Ich from original and eternal within man.” Con- complicated than that. Some social de-
the straitjacket of a divinely organised formity with the norms of society, per- mands—for tolerance, say—are essen-
universe,” she writes, “gave us the most haps even with the laws of God, is a tial requirements of liberty, and, indeed,
exciting of all powers: free will.” But this failure to listen to an “inner voice.” Look- of authenticity. (How easy was it to be
freedom was, she says, in tension with ing outside the self for a model to live a punk in the Soviet Union?) Authen-
“the pitfalls of selfishness.” Her book by is futile; it can be found only within. ticity is, in any case, a limited ideal. What
thus aims to provide an account of the Self. Expression. that arch-Romantic, Shakespeare, had
“balancing act that the Jena Set nego- For Schiller, it came to rankle: “I find his Polonius say—“This above all: to
tiated between the tunnel vision of in- all that individuality shimmering on thine own self be true, /. . . Thou canst
dividual perspective and their belief in every page repulsive,” he said of the not then be false to any man”—is at best
change for the greater good.” Schlegels’ work. Plenty of later polem- optimistic. Didn’t four years of watch-
The old question of whether free will icists took his side of the argument. Tay- ing Donald Trump teach us that an au-
is consistent with our acts being deter- lor, writing in the early nineteen-nine- thentic man—surveys of his supporters
mined by something we do not choose— ties, when the public culture was full of confirm that he is widely regarded as
gods, fate, physics, genes, neurons— eloquent critics of contemporary nar- such—needn’t be a truthful one?
doesn’t seem to be the point here. Rather, cissism—Allan Bloom and Christopher The path from idealism to narcissism
the significance of our freedom has to Lasch were two of the most influen- is short: make reality wholly dependent
be understood as ethical, in a way that’s tial—was more earnestly ambivalent on the mind and we lose the sense of
connected to Socrates’ central question: about this Romantic innovation than there being something independent of
How are we to live? The fact that we those critics were. Responding to Bloom’s us. Iris Murdoch eloquently describes
are free to choose not to follow the dic- “The Closing of the American Mind,” what it is like to be “confronted by an
tates of any religion or moral code— a learned, reactionary diatribe about the authoritative structure which commands
that the universe enjoins no particular self-obsession and relativism of youth my respect.” She was writing about the
way of life on everybody—leaves the culture, Taylor complained that Bloom experience of learning Russian, but the
answer to that question genuinely and “doesn’t seem to recognize that there is point applies equally well to a student
terrifyingly open. a powerful moral ideal at work here, of math or botany. The work, she says,
There have always been renegades however debased and travestied its ex- “leads me away from myself towards
who refused to answer that question pression might be.” In Taylor’s account, something alien to me, something which
with an appeal to the laws of God or that powerful ideal is properly articu- my consciousness cannot take over, swal-
men. What distinguished this particu- lated in the thought that there is “a cer- low up, deny or make unreal.”
lar group of rebels? Not simply the fla- tain way of being human that is my The Jena Romantics were, in just this
grancy with which they violated old- way”—that, if I fail to be myself, “I miss way, at their most appealing when they
fashioned morality—history has no the point of my life.” were at their busiest, and so led away
shortage of that sort, either—but the And yet the culturally inf luential from themselves: running journals,
way in which they aspired to make their forms of Romanticism keep coming up counting syllables, out in nature look-
lives and thought align. Wulf asks, with against a basic problem: our selves are ing at the veins on a leaf. They were fac-
some trepidation, “How do we recon- not private property. They are, as Tay- ing up to the challenges imposed on
cile personal liberty with the demands lor puts it, “dialogical,” generated by our them by a reality that they could not
of society? Are we selfish? Are we pur- interactions with others. The most mag- pretend to control. The Jena Roman-
suing our dreams?” nificent of rebels find themselves thrown tics were at their least appealing, in turn,
Fichte himself was accused in his day into the arms of another orthodoxy. The when they were at their most “authen-
of “Ich-fetishism.” Yet Wulf points out high-school punk rejects the culture of tic,” given over to the unfiltered self-ex-
that nothing in his philosophy was in- the mainstream only to embrace a sub- pression of their highly fallible Ichs. They
imical to morality. As Kant had said be- culture with norms no less exacting; how had a seemingly infinite capacity for
fore him, freedom isn’t at odds with mo- different a goth looks from everyone else, pettiness. They ended friendships over
rality; it’s an essential condition of it. and yet how similar to every other goth. critical reviews, and changed from al-
64 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022
lies to adversaries in configurations even
more complex than their affairs. The
women were no sisterhood, denigrating BRIEFLY NOTED
one another in creative combinations
and for reasons even Wulf ’s sympathetic Sacred Nature, by Karen Armstrong (Knopf ). An urgent plea
narrative does not help to distinguish opens this nuanced exploration, by a veteran writer on religion,
from the purest snobbery. of our relationship to nature: if ecological disaster is to be
Is it any surprise that the command- avoided, Armstrong writes, “we need to recover the veneration
ments of Romanticism eventually cur- of nature that human beings carefully cultivated for millennia.”
dled into cliché? Today, self-expression What follows is a tour of how various spiritual traditions con-
is urged on people who seldom ask them- ceive of nature, with a focus on a common thread: an under-
selves what in their selves is worth ex- standing of the natural world as a unified whole shot through
pressing. Nor can we trust those who by “an immanent sacred force.” This concept, prominent in
most ardently urge it. “Bring your whole Eastern thought, was also a feature of Western monotheist tra-
self to work,” the office posters say, even ditions before we began treating nature as “a mere resource.”
as the friendly folks from H.R. assem- “While it is essential to cut carbon emissions,” Armstrong
ble a diversity-and-inclusion seminar writes, we also need to overhaul “our whole belief system.”
designed to remold those whole selves.
Earlier this summer, I found myself Lady Justice, by Dahlia Lithwick (Penguin Press). In a richly
the accidental host of a large party. I layered set of profiles, a noted legal correspondent chronicles
had impulsively opened up my flat to efforts by female lawyers to bolster democracy during the
the friends of a friend whose shindig at Trump Presidency. Some figures are familiar (the voting-rights
a nearby pub had been abruptly cut short champion Stacey Abrams), others less so (a co-founder of an
when the place closed early. More peo- organization that helps refugees seeking asylum). For all these
ple showed up than I was expecting, and women—and for Lithwick, who writes about her own sexual
all of them, I felt, were taller, thinner, harassment by a former federal judge—law isn’t an “unassail-
better read, and better spoken than I able cathedral” but a “fragile arrangement of norms, sugges-
would ever be. I spent the next two hours tions, and rules.” Constitutional progress often takes a slow,
listening tensely for broken glass and zigzagging path rather than a linear one, and it is this, Lith-
angry neighbors. Perhaps taken in by wick muses, that “allows it to preserve histories that might
my vegan-leather jacket, a woman with otherwise be erased.”
impossibly fine cheekbones—she was
called something like Fenella—shouted The English Understand Wool, by Helen DeWitt (New Direc-
to me over the noise, “It’s just so Lon- tions). An orphaned heiress, Marguerite, is kidnapped as an
don, isn’t it? Doing a line in a complete infant and raised in a Moroccan riad, where she is taught to
stranger’s bathroom!” I confirmed that appreciate exquisite tailoring, beautiful manners, classical
it was indeed very London. She offered music, tennis. Years later, the captors, having spent her for-
me a sniff, elegantly miming with her tune, disappear, and Marguerite, now seventeen, is writing a
credit card. “Just watch out for the re- memoir about her ordeal and weathering a media maelstrom.
ally square guy who lives here,” she Chapters from the work in progress alternate with exchanges
added. I promised, as I politely declined, between Marguerite and her increasingly exasperated New
that I wouldn’t tell him. York editor, who wants a tell-all blockbuster. DeWitt offers
I had never felt less like a Roman- a paean to the lost art of connoisseurship, and also a critique
tic. Surveying my empty flat a few hours of the way that commercial exploitation flattens anything it
later, reassured that no glass had been does not understand.
broken and no silver stolen, I made my-
self a cup of herbal tea and settled under Poūkahangatus, by Tayi Tibble (Knopf ). This collection’s title
my fresh linen sheets to read a few, help- poem, which describes itself as “An Essay About Indigenous
fully soporific pages of Fichte. It then Hair Dos and Don’ts,” mixes mythological and pop-cultural
occurred to me that, in a critical respect, references with ruminations on female beauty, power, and inheri-
we were both being Romantics, Fenella tance: Medusa makes an appearance, as does Disney’s “Pocahon-
and I. It was just that the particular way tas.” Elsewhere, the poet, a Māori New Zealander, uses the film
of being human that was my way, that “Twilight” as a lens through which to examine racialized and
had been my way since I was a teen-age gendered tensions of adolescence.Tibble’s smart, sexy, slang-stud-
bumpkin in a polyester blazer, was the ded verse is fanciful and dramatic, revelling in the pains and
way of an uptight, teetotal square. The the pleasures of contemporary young womanhood yet under-
dramatic lives of the Jena Set offer one girded by an acute sense of history. Her voice remains sure-
model of what a Romantic existence footed across many registers, and the book, at its best, functions
might be. There are others. as an atlas for learning to explore the world on one’s own terms.
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“Piet Mondrian: A Life” (Ridinghouse
BOOKS and Kunstmuseum Den Haag), by the
late Hans Janssen—a former chief cura-
DUTCH MAGUS
tor at the Kunstmuseum Den Haag, with
its matchless collection of the artist’s
work—is the first thorough Mondrian
Excavating the mysteries of Mondrian’s greatness. biography since the nineteen-fifties to
be published in English (translated, from
BY PETER SCHJELDAHL the Dutch, by Sue McDonnell) and un-
likely to be supplanted. It is audacious in
structure. Janssen, who died last year, at
the age of sixty-seven, drew on his pro-
found knowledge to dispense with strict
chronology and to write not only about
his subject’s prodigious mind and eye but
also from within them. He openly em-
ploys devices of fiction to parse intellectual
insights and emotional states and, now
and then, to cobble together imagined
conversations between Mondrian and
some of his significant contemporaries,
with lines taken verbatim either from
Mondrian’s own writings and letters or
from the diaries, letters, or recollections
of others, such as the American sculptor
Alexander Calder. The readerly effect is
a bit uncanny, recalling Marianne Moore’s
definition of poetry as “imaginary gar-
dens with real toads in them.”
Mondrian fully justifies heterodox
analysis of his famous abstract paintings
of sparse black lines or bands and of
blocks of primary color, his predominant
repertoire after the early nineteen-twen-
ties. There’s obdurate mystery in his pow-
erful combinations of hermetic sensibil-
ity and formal clarity, which dumbfound
even as they command attention. Mon-
drian’s character as a man is enigmatic,
too: cognizant of his times, but, with rare
ablo Picasso and Piet Mondrian are, made, or dared, to do. The brief for Mon- exceptions, living and working stubbornly
P to me, the twin groundbreakers of
twentieth-century European pictorial
drian is harder to extract from a cookie-
cutter modernist narrative (“Next slide,
alone. He never married. He and Picasso
cohabit no world except the whole one.
art: Picasso the greatest painter who mod- please”) of marching styles, from the art- Picasso’s sphere is Dionysian, saturated
ernized picture-making, and Mondrian ist’s modest-looking Dutch landscapes with his personality. That of Mondrian
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the greatest modernizer who painted. in the eighteen-nineties to the riveting is Apollonian, evacuated of anyone’s. Peo-
(They call to mind an earlier brace of abstractions he made in the decades be- ple will have things to say about Picasso
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revolutionaries from the southern and fore his death, as a wartime expatriate in forever. I expect that Janssen’s book will
northern reaches of the continent: Giotto, New York, in 1944. But style for him, remain sui generis for Mondrian.
in Italy, humanized medieval storytell- from first to last, served a quest to man-
ing, and Jan van Eyck, in the Low Coun- ifest soul-deep spirituality as a demon- ondrian was born in the province
tries, revealed the novel capacities of oil
paints with devout precision.) The case
strable fact of life. His aim, he said, was
not to create masterpieces, though he
M of Utrecht in 1872. His father was
a headmaster with a specialty in draw-
for Picasso makes itself, with the preter- did that, too. It was “to find things out.” ing instruction. The young Mondrian
natural range of his formal and icono- He reduced painting’s uses and proce- used to paint and draw in the Dutch
graphic leaps—forward, backward, and dures, the whats and the hows, to a countryside in the company of an artist
sideways—in what painting could be rock-bottom why. uncle. His early landscapes exercise modes
of naturalism, verging on Impressionism,
Mondrian, shown in his thirties, was driven to reach beyond appearance. but restlessly, with a palpable yen toward
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unusual nuances of beauty. After study- seemed to resonate with everything he tion—with Theo van Doesburg, the
ing at the National Academy of Fine craved in both art and life. Theosophy’s crackerjack designer and gifted pro-
Arts in Amsterdam, where fashions ran tenet of an ascent from the natural by moter, if lesser artist, eleven years his ju-
to provincial emulations of Symbolism, way of the spiritual toward a union with nior. Their movement was dubbed De
Mondrian took to adapting such avant- the divine was right up Mondrian’s tem- Stijl, after a magazine that van Does-
garde demeanors as the blazing palettes peramental alley. He was most immersed burg published. Mondrian preferred the
of French Fauvism, but with a latent fe- from about 1908 to 1912, when he painted rubric Neo-Plasticism, to identify paint-
alty to nature. His “Evening; The Red metaphysically supercharged flowers ing with the flexible manipulation of its
Tree” (1908-10) is feverishly brushed and and frankly weird totemic figures. In naked means and ends. This led him to
plenty fiery but achieves the very quid- the years that followed, he shrugged off limit himself to strictly horizontal and
dity of leafless tree-ness. Always, there’s the aspects of the movement that seemed vertical lines or bands, echoing a can-
a drive to reach beyond appearance to pedantic and nebulous rather than lib- vas’s edges, and delimited zones of solid
something unbound by precedent. erating and practical, not to mention its color. Many-layered blocks of white ad-
For Mondrian in these years, frustra- mediumistic hocus-pocus, but he never vance to the eye, melding with the sur-
tion and self-doubt alternated with inti- regretted the influence. He remarked face rather than representing negative
mations that he was on the right track, later, “One cannot call oneself an athe- space. He felt, Janssen speculates, that
by whatever route seemed viable. Deci- ist without really having experienced “ ‘beauty’ was not the same as ‘truth’.
sively, in 1909, he encountered a show in some form of religion.” He kept paint- The ‘beauty’ of the New Plastic was
Amsterdam of pictures by Paul Cézanne. ing f lowers, however, with unfailing more ‘beauty-as-truth’.” You can’t go
Cézanne’s game-changing translation of virtuosity but waning enthusiasm, as a looking for that. Work hard enough,
visual reality into equally emphasized stock-in-trade to support his experi- though, and it may find you.
lines and daubs electrified Mondrian. mentation with frontal, vibrant geomet- Janssen notes as a transitional step
The look didn’t matter to him. What did ric patterning. to the artist’s mature methods the work
was the self-abnegating intensity. Mondrian boiled down his religi- “Composition with Grid 9: Checker-
Mondrian came into his own during osity to a belief in the intrinsic potency board Composition with Light Colors”
his first sojourn in Paris, from 1911 until of the craft of painting, in and of it- (1919). Jarringly simple for its time, it
the onset of the First World War, where self. His voluminous writings on the presents uniform small squares, thinly
he hungrily absorbed Cubism, with res- subject grope, not very cogently, toward outlined in black and painted watery
ervations. He regarded the illusory possible theories but mainly expatiate red, blue, yellow, or gray. In a darker ver-
bumps and hollows in pictorial space on forms that he had intuited with sion from the same year, “Composition
of even the most radical works by Pi- brush, pencil, palette knife, or ruler in with Grid 8: Checkerboard Composi-
casso and Georges Braque as surrepti- hand. Intuition was everything for tion with Dark Colors,” Janssen’s sea-
tiously conservative, and he took no him—versus “instinct,” which he de- soned eye notices variant hues of “cyan,
pleasure in their overlays of collage. True plored as an ego-inflating snare and magenta or chromate yellow” in addi-
to the formal logic of Cézanne, he would came to associate with, among other tion to off-white. (Such discriminations
keep things righteously flat. Among my derangements, the brutally repressive lose force, as do the truly crucial factors
favorite of all art works—I want one!— mystique of Nazism. He was ever eager of objecthood, scale, and directed brush-
are his “plus and minus” paintings and to explain what he did, after he had work, in photographic reproductions.)
drawings from the war years, made back done it, with an ingenuous presump- A year earlier, when holding a painting
in Holland: oval arrangements of short, tion that anyone else might pick up by one of its corners, Mondrian hit by
often crisscrossing horizontal and ver- the thread and accomplish as much. accident on the potency of diamond
tical black lines. Poetically evoking ocean Mondrian wrote in an appreciative let- formats—square or squarish canvases
wavelets and starry skies, they give me, ter to an admiring critic, in 1914, “By rotated forty-five degrees—to hint at
however fleetingly, a sense of coming not wishing to say anything human, by the extension, invisibly, of rectilinear lay-
home to a refuge of all-forgiving grace. completely ignoring oneself, the art- outs beyond their material bounds, per-
No big deal, because the results are work becomes a monument to Beauty: haps to infinity. He needn’t portray the
vouchsafed by humility. Recoiling from transcending the human; and yet human complete universe. He could imply it.
anything in art that smacked to him of in its depth and generality!” That’s as Van Doesburg, clinging to a meta-
“vanity,” Mondrian evinced a sincerity mordant an aesthetic verity as I know, physics of art that his friend was cast-
like that of no other modern except his but Mondrian’s guileless confidence ing off, seemed not to have grasped Mon-
compatriot predecessor Vincent van in being understood is touching. He drian’s increasing rigor. The formerly
Gogh, whom he appropriately revered. seemed genuinely to want other artists fervent friendship cooled. Mondrian’s
to be as good as or better than him- uniqueness revealed itself as fate: soli-
ondrian was caught up for much self. Only, for that to happen, they tary but not lonely. He mingled in what-
M of his life in Theosophy, the anti-
materialist mythos that was initiated in
would have to be him.
In 1917, after he’d returned to the
ever art scene he encountered and, given
sparks of commonality, formed the agree-
1875, in New York, by the much trav- Netherlands, there began a spell of pub- ments with colleagues that Janssen sche-
elled Russian occultist Helena Petrovna lic collaboration—propagating ideals matizes in his little one-act dialogues,
Blavatsky. Its pantheistic mysticism and commercial applications of abstrac- mosaics of ping-ponging ideas. Among
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022 67
the voices is that of Calder, who was af- early on in the one-step, the foxtrot, me, with the latent ardors and explicit
fected by a visit to Mondrian’s Paris stu- and the Charleston. Janssen reports constraints of his painting. In 1941, ac-
dio in 1930. He suggested that Mon- that among women in Amsterdam the cording to the diary of a valued but
drian add physical motion to his forms. young Mondrian “developed a reputa- inconveniently smitten journalist and
Mondrian replied, “No, it is not neces- tion for interesting, prolonged kisses, painter, Charmion von Wiegand, whom
sary, my painting is already very fast”—a sometimes lasting for more than half he allowed to assist him in the studio
remark, regarding stolidly stable com- an hour.” In 1911, he broke off an en- and to watch him paint, he admonished
positions, that had to refer to a kind of gagement to an Amsterdam merchant’s her, saying that sex is “not unpleasant
subliminal velocity. It’s as close as Mon- daughter, and in 1932, at sixty years old, while it lasts—but only a communion
drian comes to illuminating the intro- he was rebuffed, to his acute distress, of ideas leaves a memory.” She failed
spective incentives that he could only by a loving but ultimately reluctant to see any compelling logic in that, but
show, not enunciate. You need receptive Dutch woman who was much younger the two stayed friends.
eyes to remind you why his discourse than him.
should interest you in the first place. Mondrian enjoyed and profited from ondrian arrived in New York, by
IMMORTAL LONGINGS
and Virgil. A hyperkinetic opening,
with violas tapping out a galloping
figure and winds scurrying in pigeon-
The première of John Adams’s “Antony and Cleopatra,” at San Francisco Opera. like haste, gives notice that Adams
will, like Britten before him, bring to
BY ALEX ROSS bear an unmistakable personal voice.
You have the sense that the composer
is not overawed by the assignment.
This is in contrast to Brett Dean’s ex-
cessively self-aware take on “Hamlet,”
which was seen at the Met last season.
Adams has been writing operas since
the nineteen-eighties, and he long ago
established an extraordinary knack for
making music from the English lan-
guage. In place of fixed, singsong pat-
terns, he has perfected a malleable vocal
line that follows the irregular rhythms
of thought and speech. Consider how
he handles the phrase “The Eastern
hemisphere beckoned to us,” in “Nixon”:
a quick triplet pattern on “hemisphere”
makes the word hover above the beat,
delaying the next accent. The richer the
language, the stronger Adams’s response.
When, at the end of the first act of
“Doctor Atomic,” J. Robert Oppen-
heimer sings John Donne’s “Batter my
heart,” the anguished eloquence of the
music alters how you perceive the poem.
At the same time, Adams possesses
a melodic signature that is independent
of his literary sources. The pivotal mo-
ment in “Harmonielehre,” his break-
through piece of 1985, is the emergence,
midway through the first movement, of
a sprawling, upward- and downward-
erhaps the riskiest venture that an much in “Otello” and “Falstaff”; so did lunging theme in the strings and horns,
P English-speaking composer can
undertake is to make an opera out of
Thomas Adès and Meredith Oakes in
“The Tempest,” which made its début
more or less in the key of E-flat minor.
It is intensely theatrical, gestural music,
Shakespeare. Although the repertory in 2004 and has shown staying power. a monologue without words. In “An-
contains various Shakespeare adapta- Britten’s singular feat was to set the tony and Cleopatra,” similarly prowl-
tions, only one version by a native speaker “Dream” line by line while imposing his ing Adamsian lines surface in the or-
has found a secure place on interna- own lithe, eerie personality. chestra, now aligned with settings of a
tional stages: Benjamin Britten’s “A Mid- John Adams, the composer of “Nixon venerable text. The collision with Shake-
summer Night’s Dream,” from 1960. in China,” “The Death of Klinghoffer,” speare appears to have been inevitable.
The hazards of Bardic opera are obvi- and “Doctor Atomic,” has entered the
ous. The plays generate their own in- ring with a finely wrought, fiercely ntony” is the first stage work that
delible music in the reader’s mind, and expressive rendering of “Antony and
“A Adams has created without Peter
recitations by celebrated actors linger in Cleopatra,” which had its première on Sellars, who masterminded “Nixon,”
the memory. A safer approach is to ap- September 10th, at San Francisco “Klinghoffer,” “Atomic,” and other po-
propriate Shakespeare’s drama and psy- Opera. The libretto, which Adams litically charged projects. Those who wish
chology while substituting a more mod- devised in consultation with the stage to see Adams address urgent issues of
ern text. Verdi and Arrigo Boito did as director Elkhanah Pulitzer and the the day may be disappointed, but he has
earned the right to step away from con-
The orchestra seethes beneath the singers, delivering brief, explosive outbursts. temporary controversies. “Antony” still
72 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022 ILLUSTRATION BY DAVIHER LOREDO
carries political resonances—notably in he proclaims himself emperor and ad- demands, and his delivery of Caesar’s
its portrait of Octavius Caesar, the fu- dresses a chanting populace: “Rome, ’tis ode to Roman might was a tour de force
ture Emperor Augustus, who defeats the thine alone, with awful sway,/To rule that drew unsettled applause from the
rebellious lovers and exposes himself as mankind, and make the world obey.” audience. This tyrant was both laugh-
a soulless dictator-in-training. These words come from John Dryden’s able and terrifying: we’ve met his like
Plutarch, in his life of Antony, wished translation of the Aeneid, but they mesh before, and we will meet it again.
to demonstrate how a great soldier had neatly with Shakespeare. The orchestra Cleopatra comes across as a star who
fallen prey to feminine temptations. embodies a vicious grandeur that again has emerged from the culture industry
Shakespeare complicated that scheme smacks of “Nixon”—this time the to- and is trying to master it. The role was
by granting Cleopatra an aura of liter- talitarian pageantry of Jiang Qing. written for Julia Bullock, who with-
ary majesty. Adams further undercuts Cleopatra’s death, by contrast, un- drew on account of pregnancy. We won’t
the Roman moral by letting Cleopatra folds in an atmosphere of imperturb- see a definitive account of “Antony”
have both the first and the last word. able serenity, implicitly defying Cae- until that lavishly gifted singer puts her
In place of Philo’s introductory lines sar’s cold new order. Underpinning the stamp on the part. Amina Edris, who
about “The triple pillar of the world scene are sad, stately descending figures stepped in on short notice, sang with
transform’d / Into a strumpet’s fool”— in the harps, which nod to Stravinsky’s force and finesse, even if her lower notes
words that Caesar will utter later in the neoclassical ballet “Orpheus.” A shim- were a bit vague. Antony was played by
opera, with spluttering venom—Cleo- mering soundscape of gongs, celesta, the incomparable Gerald Finley, who
patra and her handmaidens enact a and the dulcimer-like cimbalom ex- originated Oppenheimer in “Doctor
scene imported from “The Taming of tends the rapt mood. It is an old and Atomic.” On opening night, Finley
the Shrew,” dressing the drunken An- rather too familiar trope—an exoticized seemed uncertain of the character, his
tony in female garb. The notion of An- woman expiring at an opera’s close. But body language awkward and his tone
tony being “unmanned” thus takes on Cleopatra is leaving on her own terms, recessed. When I watched a stream of
a playful vibe, as if to say, “So what?” choosing to have no part in “this wild a subsequent performance, I heard more
Nevertheless, the love affair of An- world.” Her vocal line gravitates toward of the ruminative richness that is Fin-
tony and Cleopatra is no oasis of illicit the lower end of the soprano range, its ley’s trademark. In the smaller roles,
sensuality, on the order of the various contours shapely and unhurried. Her Alfred Walker stood out for his ironi-
incarnations of “Romeo and Juliet,” or cool composure is, perhaps, prophetic cally vacillating Enobarbus and Philip
of its delirious Wagnerian cousin, of another kind of power. Skinner for his gruff, potent Lepidus.
“Tristan und Isolde.”The rat-a-tat, scher- Eun Sun Kim, San Francisco Opera’s
zando energy of the opening bars is sus- ulitzer’s sleek, stylized production— vibrant young music director, led with
tained throughout the first act, which
takes us up to Antony’s defeat at the
P with sets by Mimi Lien, costumes
by Constance Hoffman, and lighting
crisp command and a sure grasp of the
Adams style.
Battle of Actium. There’s something by David Finn—locates the action in The première of “Antony” was the
desperate and unsettled about the an- the nineteen-thirties, mixing the seedy first production of San Francisco Op-
tics of these middle-aged lovers, both of splendor of pre-Code Hollywood with era’s centennial season. Those who
whom are losing ground to a new im- the monumental bombast of Fascist know their theatre history might have
perial dispensation. The dialogue un- Italy. The linkage makes good sense, wondered whether broaching this sub-
folds with Adams’s practiced natural- given how cinematic values influenced ject matter in a celebratory context
ism, yet the orchestra seethes underneath, Fascist iconography: silent movies risked fiasco: when, in 1966, Samuel
delivering brief, explosive outbursts that helped popularize the so-called “Roman Barber’s Italianate adaptation of “An-
variously suggest Cleopatra’s tantrums, salute,” which does not seem to have tony” inaugurated the Metropolitan
Antony’s bouts of self-pity, and the ner- existed in ancient times. The filmmaker Opera House at Lincoln Center, it
vous reactions of their underlings. All Bill Morrison, a master manipulator of proved to be a lush dud. Adams’s score
this instrumental agitation conveys the found footage, supplies appropriate video is a more musically distinctive creation,
feeling of characters caught in a rapid- projections, including images of the but the real difference has to do with
flowing stream that is leading toward marriage of Mussolini’s daughter. context. By the later twentieth century,
certain catastrophe. At the heart of the conception is the premières at the Met had become rare
The music for Caesar is disciplined Machiavellian Caesar, whom the tenor occurrences, fraught with expectations.
and machinelike. Where Antony and Paul Appleby portrayed with charis- Adams, a longtime Northern Califor-
Cleopatra’s first scene is full of quick- matic nastiness on opening night. Wear- nian, has seen five of his works staged
silver changes of meter, Caesar enters ing a blue suit, his hair slicked back, ges- at San Francisco’s War Memorial Opera
with an orchestral juggernaut in 2/4 turing floridly while twisting in his seat, House, to the point that his presence
time, reminiscent of Adams’s minimal- Appleby fashioned a vivid picture of there has become routine. It’s worth
ist roots. The part is written for a tenor, hollow authority. Is he a snappily dressed remembering that the company’s first
and it often presses uncomfortably high dictator? Or a brassy studio chief? The full season opened with a piece by a
in register, recalling the bleating mono- psychological differences between the living composer, one that was newer
logues of Mao Tse-tung in “Nixon.” At two are minor. Appleby maintained a then than “Nixon in China” is now:
the culmination of Caesar’s development, beauty of tone despite the role’s taxing “La Bohème.”
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022 73
surface and seems to float a few feet
THE THEATRE above the floor. Greenspan therefore
appears to be on a flying carpet in a
A ONE-MAN APOTHEOSIS
room untethered from gravity and time:
the night outside is very dark, but in-
side we’re in a warm, eternal afternoon.
David Greenspan does it all in Gertrude Stein’s “Four Saints in Three Acts.” Stein’s spare, Cubist language—full
of puns and children’s rhymes (“one two
BY HELEN SHAW three four five six seven all good chil-
dren go to heaven”), sideways allusions,
and an insistent present tense—often
leaves readers and listeners at sea. “Pi-
geons large pigeons on the shorter lon-
ger yellow grass alas pigeons on the
grass,” Greenspan says to his puzzled
audience. The feline sixty-six-year-old
actor moves like a melodrama villain
who trained with Martha Graham, and
his exaggerations and stylizations of-
fer tantalizing glimpses of story. “Four
Saints,” though, can still feel like a com-
prehension test for a language that you’ve
been faking for years. The nouns pop—
saints, magpies, windows—but the verb
tenses are disorienting. If you’re lucky,
understanding creeps in through your
tissues, via a kind of capillary action.
What is Greenspan doing, all alone
onstage with this wild language? “Four
Saints” is the third in the actor’s en-
thralling experiments with solo per-
formance and the American canon.
(His own writing includes such down-
town landmarks as “The Argument”
and “Dead Mother.”) He started in
2011, with a soufflé, a one-man version
of “The Patsy,” a breezy Barry Con-
ners romance from 1925. Greenspan
played all the nineteen-twenties stock
parts—status-obsessed mama, resolute
t’s perhaps easiest to describe the twenty saints, and the show runs to pa, heart-of-gold daughter—with ges-
I Lucille Lortel production of “Four
Saints in Three Acts,” starring David
four acts, not three.
This production of “Four Saints”
tural exactitude; it was easy to under-
stand who was gee-whizzing whom,
Greenspan, by saying what it is not. brings us on a pilgrimage to a street even in rapid-fire screwball conversa-
For one thing, it’s not at the Lortel, of warehouses in Sunset Park, into a tion. Then, six years later, Greenspan
which is in Manhattan, but at an ex- performance space hidden behind a performed all six hours of Eugene
perimental theatre in Brooklyn. Nor bright-yellow garage door. (Although O’Neill’s unwieldiest work, “Strange
is it really a play—there are elliptical it is “in” the Lucille Lortel Theatre’s Interlude,” playing every character in
references to scenes and scenarios but season, this is Target Margin’s Doxsee the nine-act psycho-potboiler. It was
no dramatic dialogue. Gertrude Stein Theatre, home to the baroque, the fringe, a staggering achievement, and it won
wrote it, in 1927, for the composer Vir- the abstruse.) Greenspan, dressed in a him his sixth Obie.
gil Thomson to set to music, subtitling simple blue shirt and gray pants, stands Now he brings his high-affect tech-
it “An Opera to Be Sung,” but Green- on a square platform covered with a nique to Stein, and she both gives way
span performs it solo, as a text without pale Persian rug. Surrounded by gauzy and resists. Without Thomson’s com-
a score. So it’s not exactly a libretto, ei- curtains glazed in honey-colored light, position to lean on, Greenspan must
ther. Even Stein’s title won’t tell you this plinth, created by the set designer rely on his own lacquered cadences,
what it is: Greenspan refers to around Yuki Nakase Link, sits on a glassy black which run the gamut from James
Mason-ish purrs (caressing, urbane,
The performer devotes himself fully to a modernist masterpiece. amused) to tinny yelps. The first, long
74 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 3, 2022 ILLUSTRATION BY CAMILLE DESCHIENS
section whirls by entertainingly, buoyed the others by some, who are frequently ters’ pasts or predict their futures. So
by Greenspan’s impish charm, but even- going there.” When saints arrive, Green- how, she asked, can we let go of that
tually our incomprehension slows and span gives them each a recognizable distraction and experience events now?
roughens the experience, changing it attitude, sometimes borrowed from How can art place us in the present?
into . . . something else. canonical paintings: Saint Ignatius Greenspan’s own innate lightness is
holds his hands up as if making his useful in answering that—particularly
hese days, Stein, the mother of way through a fog; Stein’s fictional Saint the way he tells us, waggishly, that the
T modernism, is much referred to—
as a queer forebear, a saloniste, a friend
Chavez mimes shouldering a bindle
and assumes an aw-shucks optimism.
show runs ninety minutes. (Do we be-
lieve him?) He and Stein vibrate on the
of Picasso’s, a literary provocateur—but (Greenspan creates dozens of distinct same ecstatic frequency, and his sense
her approximately seventy-five plays personae this way.) At the same time, of humor rhymes with hers, particu-
are rarely produced. When they are, it’s the narration gives us a bright, f lat, larly when he’s flicking an imaginary
often with music, such as the composer modernist landscape of the mind, where robin off his finger as Saint Therese.
Heather Christian’s 2014 score for the language tolls like bells. “All Saints. (What does not interest her does not
children’s work “The World Is Round.” Settled all in all saints. Saints. Saints interest her.) In fact, his methods and
(Music makes the medicine go down.) settled saints settled all in all saints. All Stein’s are so in accord that they risk
When “Saints” was first performed, in saints. Saints in all saints.” becoming redundant. Greenspan’s styl-
1934, John Houseman, who went on to How much of this can we parse? izations ran thrillingly counter to the
form the Mercury Theatre with Orson Greenspan and his director and fre- warmth of Conners and to the lugu-
Welles, directed a Gesamtkunstwerk from quent collaborator, Ken Rus Schmoll, briousness of O’Neill, but here he comes
a spectacular scenario given to him by include a quote from Stein in the pro- close to seeming like Stein’s priest.
Thomson. (It was only “accepted” by gram: “If you enjoy it you understand All this means is that the show is
Stein.) Featuring an all-Black cast, it it.” (She was chiding an interviewer occasionally difficult, just as a church
roiled with action and visual event: pic- who asked her about intelligibility.) service can be. Nearly a hundred years
nicking and parading saints, Florine This question of enjoyment is a keen after Stein wrote it, “Saints” has not
Stettheimer’s glowing cellophane cy- one. Stein’s insistent in-the-moment- staled or softened. Even though I am
clorama, dances by Frederick Ashton, ness requires huge infusions of energy bewitched by Stein, and by Greenspan,
and Thomson’s music, which married and attention: it’s not as if a plot en- and by Greenspan doing Stein, I still
contemporary dissonance to Gregorian gine is going to roll the show forward. found myself needing to enforce some
chant. Greenspan, though, indulges in My own internal negotiations with the mental discipline. About an hour into
no such embellishments. He speaks event included annoyance, boredom, the performance, my attention started
only what’s on Stein’s page, including delight, surprise, distraction, and then to slacken. (In my notes, I wrote, “Re-
lines, such as “Repeat First Act,” that a quick blaze of love. There is mean- commit!,” and then kept underlining
might be stage directions. ing, too; but it arrives obliquely. “There it.) This is Stein’s and Greenspan’s way
Greenspan tells us about an oddly can be no peace on earth with calm,” of using time, or, rather, of teaching
erotic Saint Therese (which happens Greenspan says. That sentence is not us to use time. It’s theatre as medita-
to be one of the author’s nicknames for hermetic at all—it’s a rallying cry. tive discipline. One must deliberately
her lover, Alice B. Toklas), who is “half Stein was concerned that audiences choose the show over other tempta-
in and half out of doors,” and the ac- seemed to experience drama in what tions: one must choose to listen. So we
tion, what there is of it, eddies around she called “syncopated time.” Our emo- chose. We were choosing there. In a
her: “There are a great many places and tions during a conventional play run way, we are still choosing, with a great
persons near together. Saint Therese either ahead of or behind the immedi- many saints there, who are choosing
not young and younger but visited like ate action—we remember the charac- there together.
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“O.K., I took two risks today.” “You just don’t see stars like this in the city.”
Meredith Scardino, New York City Brett Morris, St. Paul, Minn.
THE 14 15 16
CROSSWORD 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24
A moderately challenging puzzle.
25 26 27 28
BY NATAN LAST
29 30
31 32
ACROSS
1 Empty-headed Adonis 33 34 35 36 37
6 Pay as little as possible
11 Pay what’s owed 38 39
12 Ushers’ milieus
40 41 42 43
14 “I need some time alone”
15 Spherical infuser 44 45 46 47
17 Quiet
48 49 50 51
18 Theatre Royal ___ Lane (West End
venue) 52 53
20 ___ Bo
21 Hot-water laundry load 54 55
23 Get to
24 Onetime competitor of eBay 54 Use a divining rod 34 Interpreter of omens
25 A buzz cut leaves it uncovered 55 “Splash” star Hannah 35 Affectedly proper
26 Type of vacuum tube DOWN 36 What a choir may sing in
29 Text, briefly 1 Nickname of the “M*A*S*H” character 37 Grand ___ National Park
30 T. Rex hit that was titled “Get It On” in Margaret Houlihan 38 Letter-shaped girder
the U.K. 2 Capone, vis-à-vis Alcatraz 39 In a daze
31 Like used clothing 3 “Yeah, right!”
40 Biblical creation with a double standard?
32 Things that are “like Cobwebs which 4 Mac
may catch small Flies, but let Wasps 43 Common conjunction combination
5 Kind of column
and Hornets break through,” per 45 “Wake up and feed me!,” perhaps
Jonathan Swift 6 Festival that the poet Catullus called
“the best of days” 46 Terse admission
33 Like some geometric coördinates Grp. whose largest faction is Fatah
7 Author of “Either/Or” 49
35 ___ check “Goodness!”
8 51 “Gattaca” actress Thurman
38 Kinkajou, by another name 9 Brewers’ org.
39 Cancer researcher Siddhartha 10 Wetland that contains decaying plant Solution to the previous puzzle:
Mukherjee’s “The ___: An Intimate matter
History” S W A G S L A V E P I C S
11 New York City suburb bordering New H A L O A S I A P A D R E
40 Touch Rochelle H I T A S L U M P D A R T E D
41 Destined beginning? 13 Cut down T O W I T S O M E M A M A
A S I F R A W V E G A N
42 “Blast!” 14 They might be replaced by xeriscaping
I S P Y L O W D Y E S
44 One-___ max (weight lifter’s limit) 16 Directed N E O S L U I C E R A Z O R
19 Diana of “The Avengers” F A S H I O N D E S I G N E R S
45 One of New Zealand’s official languages
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