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6 GOINGS ON
9 THE TALK OF THE TOWN
Benjamin Wallace-Wells on Trump’s criminal trial;
Civil War photos; Ramy Youssef ’s Eid banquet;
Putin and Berezovsky in “Patriots”; chess and basketball.
PROFILES
Parul Sehgal 14 The Phantasm
Why Judith Butler has aroused fury around the world.
SHOUTS & MURMURS
Bess Kalb 21 Horoscopes Written by My Mother
OUR LOCAL CORRESPONDENTS
D. T. Max 22 Design for Living
Turning office towers into apartment buildings.
AMERICAN CHRONICLES
Casey Cep 28 On Native Grounds
Deb Haaland addresses her federal agency’s cruel past.
ANNALS OF INQUIRY
Nathan Heller 40 The Battle for Attention
How to hold on to what matters in a distracted age.
FICTION
Cynan Jones 50 “Pulse”
THE CRITICS
A CRITIC AT LARGE
Louis Menand 56 Academic freedom under fire.
BOOKS
59 Briefly Noted
Kelefa Sanneh 61 The animal-rights movement.
POP MUSIC
Amanda Petrusich 66 Taylor Swift’s “Tortured Poets Department.”
THE THEATRE
Helen Shaw 68 “Stereophonic,” “Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club.”
THE CURRENT CINEMA
Justin Chang 70 “Challengers.”
POEMS
Paul Tran 32 “Second Nature”
Ellen Bass 46 “Laundry”
COVER
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CONTRIBUTORS
Casey Cep (“On Native Grounds,” Nathan Heller (“The Battle for Atten-
p. 28), a staff writer, is the author of tion,” p. 20), a staff writer since 2013, is
“Furious Hours.” at work on a book about the Bay Area
throughout the past fifty years.
Parul Sehgal (“The Phantasm,” p. 12), a
staff writer since 2021, teaches in the D. T. Max (“Design for Living,” p. 22)
graduate creative-writing program at is a staff writer. He most recently pub-
New York University. She received a lished “Finale: Late Conversations with
Silvers-Dudley Prize for literary crit- Stephen Sondheim.”
icism in 2023.
Amanda Petrusich (Pop Music, p. 66)
Cynan Jones (Fiction, p. 50) is a writer is a staff writer and the author of “Do
from the west coast of Wales. His nov- Not Sell at Any Price.”
els include “Cove,” “The Dig,” and,
most recently, “Stillicide.” Kelefa Sanneh (Books, p. 61), a staff
writer since 2008, is the author of
Faith Ringgold (Cover), an artist, a “Major Labels.”
writer, and a teacher, is known for her
pictorial quilts. She died last month. Ellen Bass (Poem, p. 26) is a chancellor
emerita of the Academy of American
Robert Sullivan (The Talk of the Town, Poets and teaches in the M.F.A. pro-
p. 10) is the author of, most recently, gram at Pacific University. Her latest
“Double Exposure.” collection is “Indigo.”

Paul Tran (Poem, p. 32), a Wallace Steg- Louis Menand (A Critic at Large, p. 56),
ner Fellow at Stanford, published their a staff writer since 2001, is a scholar-
début poetry collection, “All the Flow- in-residence at the New York Univer-
ers Kneeling,” in 2022. They teach at sity School of Law. His most recent
the University of Wisconsin-Madison. book is “The Free World.”

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new book about a growing movement a technology that is redefining death


to convert Muslims to Christianity. and complicating medical ethics.

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THE MAIL
FLICKERING FLAMES play, “Gas Light.” She does not men-
tion, though, that a British film adap-
Leslie Jamison’s essay on gaslighting tation of the same play, directed by
offered an excellent and comprehensive Thorold Dickinson, was released in
review of the topic (“Crazy-Making,” 1940. (The cast and crew were not well
April 8th). As a longtime practicing known to audiences in the U.S., where
clinical psychologist, I agreed enthusi- the film had a very limited run, under
astically as I read—that is, until I came the title “Angel Street.”) When M-G-M
to Gila Ashtor’s psychoanalytic inter- remade the movie four years later,
pretation of gaslighting as a dynamic with a more prominent director and a
dyad that includes a gaslighter and a cast of stars such as Ingrid Bergman,
second “voluntary” participant, i.e., the Charles Boyer, and Joseph Cotten, stu-
person being gaslit. Patients can feel dio executives attempted to destroy all
deeply recognized when a therapist extant prints of the 1940 version, and
confirms their belief that a parent or a may have hoped to destroy the origi-
partner has been undermining them. nal negative, too. I find it ironic that
Withholding that validation, as Ashtor the story of the making of “Gaslight”
suggests doing, can be tantamount to itself resembles a tale of gaslighting:
remaining silent when a victim of do- an attempt to erase an artistic product
mestic abuse displays her bruises. Some- from the collective consciousness and
times a victim is a victim; a mental-health replace it with a different, ostensibly
professional can provide a potentially “original” version.
life-changing affirmation when she con- Mac Brachman
firms that reality. Chicago, Ill.
Patricia Steckler 1
Bethesda, Md. MIGHTY FINE DINING

I have just one thing to add to Jami- As a gourmand, I found Lauren Col-
son’s finely observed piece. In contem- lins’s piece on the French all-you-can-
porary infant- and child-development eat restaurant Les Grands Buffets both
research, the idea of gaslighting has a educational and incredibly appetizing
parallel in the acquisition of what is (“Feast Mode,” April 8th). As I sali-
known as “epistemic trust”: our capac- vated my way through the article, my
ity to learn new information from peo- thoughts turned to the American equiv-
ple we deem trustworthy. This emerges alent, the chain Golden Corral, which
in caregiver-infant interactions. Our Collins mentions. Having survived
caregivers and families may confuse us COVID, Golden Corral is going strong,
through both verbal and nonverbal com- with an amazing range of comfort foods
munication, and that can contribute, and an abundance of desserts. Many
later in life, to difficulty in reading so- locations also serve breakfast; this boy
cial cues and a tendency to doubt our from Brooklyn particularly loves the
own beliefs. No one is to blame; the biscuits and sausage gravy, with two
point is that our minds begin forming eggs over easy on top. I have no idea
during our earliest social interactions, how the place does it, without reser-
which will shape our ability to process vations and at such reasonable prices.
information for the rest of our lives. Robert Shepard
Miri Abramis Roanoke, Va.
New York City

In her article on gaslighting, Jamison Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
cites the 1944 film “Gaslight,” directed address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
by George Cukor, as the source for the themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
term, and points out that the film was any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
based on Patrick Hamilton’s 1938 stage of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
far-reaching, mind-expanding spiritual jazz,
the saxophonist has only grown more tremen-
GOINGS ON dous, in sound and stature. He was already a
fixture on the L.A. music scene, committing to
MAY 1 – 7, 2024 the jazz collective West Coast Get Down and
working with the experimental label Brain-
feeder, when he played a pivotal role as a key
session musician for Kendrick Lamar’s “To
Pimp a Butterfly.” These days, Washington
is one of the most ambitious bandleaders out
there, and his playing is as forceful as his vi-
What we’re watching, listening to, and doing this week. sion. This show kicks off the release of his
new LP, “Fearless Movement,” which he has
referred to as his “dance album,” shifting focus
Born in Miami, Florida, in 1968, to Cuban parents, Teresita Fernández from celestial bodies to physical ones.—Sheldon
Pearce (Beacon Theatre; May 4.)
incorporates natural resources tied to colonization into work that exam-
ines landscape and place. For the exhibition “Soil Horizon” (at Lehmann CLASSICAL MUSIC | With more than fifty concerts
Maupin, through June 1), she’s dug deep into her own internal life over three days in Brooklyn, this year’s Long Play
Festival, organized by Bang on a Can, celebrates
and returned with something fresh and profound and nourishing. The contemporary music in general and minimalism
fifty-five-year-old artist uses copper panels for the wall sculpture “Soil in particular. The latter includes Steve Reich’s
Horizon 5” (a detail of which is pictured) to describe the earth’s interi- “Music for 18 Musicians,” David Lang’s haunting
“the little match girl passion,” and Philip Glass’s
ority—the layers that make up the ground we stand on (or get buried Piano Études (in new arrangements for accor-
in). Charcoal, volcanic sand, and iron-rich red sand are layered on the dion). The programming honors past path-break-
panels with a naturalness that doesn’t so much interfere with how nature ers while making space for newer ones, such as
the microtonalist Peter Adriaansz and the jazz
arranges itself as show us what it can look like—and yield—when the experimentalist Josh Johnson. The flutist Claire
artist works from her own interior self and imagination.—Hilton Als Chase, who is on a multiyear odyssey stretching
her instrument’s possibilities, elegantly bridges
the two worlds, with excerpts from a new piece
by minimalism’s white-bearded forefather Terry
Riley.—Oussama Zahr (Various venues; May 3-5.)

BROADWAY | In an early scene of “The Outsid-


ers”—the new Broadway musical based on S. E.
Hinton’s 1967 novel and on Francis Ford Coppo-
la’s 1983 movie, directed by Danya Taymor, with
a book by the always-busy Adam Rapp, with
Justin Levine, and music and lyrics by Levine,
Jonathan Clay, and Zach Chance—a young,
searching kid looks up adoringly at Paul New-
man’s face beaming out from a movie screen.
He’s Ponyboy (Brody Grant), and his life in
Tulsa, Oklahoma, is circumscribed by constant
skirmishes between his group of outsiders, the
Greasers, and the town’s semi-fascist preppies,
the Socs. The story is dense with the kind of
tragedy that leaves audience members sniffling
in their seats. Even when individual lines of
dialogue swing dangerously close to corniness,
Taymor’s painterly direction and Rick and Jeff
Kuperman’s choreography give the show a glow
of hard-earned authentic reminiscence.—V.C.
(Bernard B. Jacobs; open run.)
TERESITA FERNÁNDEZ / COURTESY THE ARTIST / LEHMANN MAUPIN

MOVIES | The director Jane Schoenbrun is mak-


ing a notable career dramatizing young people
ABOUT TOWN DANCE | Since 2008, Danspace Project has in- losing and finding themselves in mass-media
vited artists to curate a multi-week series of rabbit holes. In their previous feature, “We’re
OFF BROADWAY | “Macbeth (an undoing),” Zinnie performances, talks, and classes called a Plat- All Going to the World’s Fair,” from 2021, a
Harris’s highly cerebral and sometimes reve- form. For the latest, “A Delicate Ritual,” Kyle teen-ager seeks freedom and faces danger in an
latory adaptation of Shakespeare’s tragedy, Abraham has asked participants to consider all-consuming interactive video game. Schoen-
follows Lady Macbeth (played here by the fas- the roles of nature, love, and prayer. On May 2, brun’s new film, “I Saw the TV Glow,” set mainly
cinating Nicole Cooper, whose every thought events begin, with a program shared by Shamel in the nineteen-nineties, is centered on two
comes rushing forward from her face) into Pitts and the vocalist-songwriter Nicholas Ryan lonely suburban adolescents, Owen (played
the gaps where the Bard has her disappear. Gant, then continue, through June 8, with pair- younger by Ian Foreman and older by Justice
The new play is bracketed by meta-theatrical ings of emerging and established choreographers Smith), and Maddy (Brigette Lundy-Paine),
devices: Lady Macbeth has a chambermaid, (Taisha Paggett and David Roussève, Vinson who are obsessed with a TV series about teen
Carlin (the very funny Liz Kettle), who also Fraley and Bebe Miller), as well as a memorial superheroes. Owen, an introvert who craves a
acts as a stagehand and an emissary to the au- for Kevin Wynn, a beloved choreographer and feeling of belonging, riskily imagines himself
dience, offering monologues that play up the teacher of many, including Abraham.—Brian into the series—which inspires the rebellious
class conflict between crew and cast, servant Seibert (Danspace Project; May 2-June 8.) Maddy to take reckless action. Schoenbrun tells
and master. This arrangement aptly reveals a their stories in images that blend eerie chills and
roiling disquisition on power, sex, delusion, JAZZ | Since Kamasi Washington’s appropri- tender warmth while keeping the object of their
and fantasy.—Vinson Cunningham (Polonsky ately titled 2015 album, “The Epic,” a hun- obsession in skeptical perspective.—Richard
Shakespeare Center; through May 4.) dred-and-seventy-three-minute triple disk of Brody (In theatrical release on May 3.)

6 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024


1
PICK THREE
Every theatre in town seems to be
opening a show; here are Helen
Shaw’s top picks.
1. Amy Herzog’s oddly buoyant slice-of-dying
play, “Mary Jane,” is on Broadway at last. A
single mother (Rachel McAdams, still feeling
her way) raises a child with terrible medical
burdens; wry and humorous women—played
by theatrical treasures like April Matthis, Susan
Pourfar, and Brenda Wehle—help her maintain
her spirit. The show (at the Samuel J. Fried-
man) is full of grief, but the sensation of it
goes up and up.
1
TABLES FOR TWO
eponymous flagship restaurant, which
for a variety of reasons—not least its
2. In Shaina Taub’s rip-roaring musical “Suffs”
(at the Music Box), Taub herself plays Alice
location, in a Trump building—is no Paul, who rallied American suffragists in a new,
Four Twenty Five longer considered very chic. “unladylike” fashion; Nikki M. James plays
425 Park Ave. The dining room’s offerings are ap-
Ida B. Wells, who decried the stifling white-
ness of Paul’s movement; and Jenn Colella
In 2015, when the great glassy tower propriately pitched to anticipate the plays Carrie Chapman Catt, an older leader
on Park Avenue between Fifty-fifth desires of a clientele that wants to be whose more conciliatory tactics also helped
secure the 19th Amendment. The musical suc-
and Fifty-sixth Streets was barely a pleased but not challenged. A section of ceeds at a thrilling, all-hands-on-deck level:
hole in the ground, one of the project’s the lunch menu called Simply Prepared “Suffs” readies you to both look inward and
developers boasted that a restaurant features the lovely cuts of meat and fowl march on.
planned for the ground floor would be and fish from the regular entrées, minus 3. Virginia Woolf’s novel “Orlando,” in which
“a Four Seasons on steroids.” Nearly the sides and most of the seasonings. an Elizabethan nobleman (Taylor Mac) lives
a decade later, the Four Seasons is no For the mid-century throwback crowd, for centuries, changing in their course from
man to woman, is a bear to adapt, but Sarah
more, and the restaurant in question, there’s a seventy-eight-dollar veal chop, Ruhl’s 2010 play manages it with a skater’s
Four Twenty Five, is open for both and for the more modern power diner, grace. She’s abetted immensely by Will Davis’s
dinner and power lunching. Named attuned to the virtuous aesthetics of gorgeous, gender-liquid production, for Sig-
nature Theatre, and Mac’s laughing delivery,
somewhat unimaginatively after the wellness, there’s a suite of blended juices but I was most moved by Nathan Lee Graham’s
building’s address, it is operated by and a twenty-five-dollar plate of hum- Queen Elizabeth, half in emerald tracksuit,
the mega-restaurateur Jean-Georges mus and crudités. The most rousing half in golden farthingale, gliding forward
out of death for one last kiss from her favorite.
Vongerichten, and as promised it takes dish, to me, was an entrée of celeriac
square aim at the upper echelons of the sliced into thick rounds and ingeniously
ILLUSTRATIONS BY CHRISTOPH NIEMANN (TOP); BENE ROHLMANN (BOTTOM)

expense-account crowd. prepared in the battered Italian Amer-


The kitchen is overseen by Jona- ican style known as francese.
than Benno, a blue-chip chef who for This stretch of Park Avenue isn’t
a long time was the culinary No. 1 really a dinner destination; the brief
at Per Se. It’s curious to see a chef of traverse of the building’s lobby, on the
PHOTOGRAPH BY AMY LOMBARD FOR THE NEW YORKER;

Benno’s accomplishments hitch his way out of the restaurant, has all the
wagon to an institution like Jean- elegance and romance of heading home
Georges, Vongerichten’s restaurant after a late night at the office. Four
group, where the only marquee name Twenty Five is a restaurant built to
tends to be Vongerichten’s own. The be lunched in. The only downside of
bar menu at Four Twenty Five is an a midday meal there is that you might
album of the restaurant group’s great- be tempted to skip the desserts, which
est hits, including a tuna encrusted would be a mistake. No one looks pow-
with rice crackers from his downtown erful taking a bite of ice cream, no mat-
Perry St., an ur-dish of the Asian-fu- ter how grand the room, or how lofty
sion two-thousands, and petite bites of the skyscraper. That’s probably for the NEWYORKER.COM/NEWSLETTERS
buttered black bread topped with uni best. (Dishes $19-$128.) Get expanded versions of Helen Rosner’s reviews,
that are a signature of Vongerichten’s —Helen Rosner plus Goings On, delivered early in your in-box.

THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 7


THE TALK OF THE TOWN
COMMENT and family members of the judge and to try him criminally would induce the
A SLEEPY, SLEAZY TRIAL the prosecutors. Perhaps in anticipation wrath of his supporters, by last week,
that he won’t, the Secret Service is re- according to the Times, the number of
o TV cameras are allowed in Judge portedly making contingency plans: ac- Trump fans outside the courthouse had
N Juan Merchan’s courtroom at the
Manhattan Criminal Courthouse, and
cording to protocol, if Trump has to
spend a few nights in jail, at least one
sunk to the “mid-single digits.”
For those who are paying attention,
so the dispatches from Donald Trump’s protective escort will join him. this trial is shaping up to be an interest-
hush-money trial have arrived mostly That Joe Biden appears older and ingly sleazy spectacle. The case hinges
via text. The human arrangement on somewhat diminished has been a well- on whether Trump illegally interfered
display, in which a man in his late sev- spring of liberal panic. But Trump is with the 2016 Presidential election by
enties is forced to reckon not with his diminishing, too, right in front of us. paying the adult-film actor Stormy Dan-
alleged major political crimes (those Strapped for cash, and facing an esti- iels not to reveal publicly that she and
cases will be brought at later dates, in mated seventy-six million dollars in legal Trump had had sex, and by conspiring
other jurisdictions) but with more taw- fees, he spent much of the winter court- to have the National Enquirer family of
dry matters, has proved delicious for the ing billionaires at Mar-a-Lago. Having tabloids buy off potentially damaging
journalists in the room. Some have taken inveighed against White House plans accusers before their stories were pub-
a vintage reporter’s hyper-observational to aid the Ukrainian war effort and to licized. Michael Cohen, Trump’s former
approach: Jonathan Alter noted in the either force a sale of TikTok or ban it, lawyer and current antagonist, and an
Times that although Trump normally Trump watched as Mike Johnson, the emotionally operatic presence, will tes-
wears a red tie, “for the last four days in Republican Speaker of the House, tify; so will Daniels, a cooler customer.
court he’s gone with a blue one.” Oth- helped propel both proposals into law. The first witness was David Pecker, the
ers waxed more poetic: Olivia Nuzzi, of (“GOP lawmakers take Trump’s policy former C.E.O. of National Enquirer’s
New York, wrote, “Trump is tilting his orders with a grain of salt,” a headline parent company, who described a meet-
head dramatically and making trout- in The Hill read.) And though Trump ing in August, 2015, at which he, Trump,
like movements with his mouth.” had warned for months that any attempt and Cohen had discussed how he might
All eyes, as usual, were on the defen- “help” Trump’s campaign. Pecker said
dant. Would Trump make a scene, would that he had promised to publish posi-
he go through with his pledge to testify, tive stories about the billionaire and neg-
would he say something truly wild? Not ative ones about his opponents, and to
yet. (Granted, there’s another four weeks be “your eyes and ears.”
to go.) In the corridors, he complained By Pecker’s account, his magazines
to reporters about the chilly courthouse; paid thirty thousand dollars to a former
listening to testimony, he glazed over. doorman at Trump Tower, to keep quiet
Trump “appeared to nod off a few times,” about a hard-to-credit story that the
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA

Maggie Haberman, of the Times, re- Presidential candidate had fathered a


ported, with his “mouth going slack and secret child with a maid, and a hundred
his head drooping onto his chest.” The and fifty thousand dollars to a Playboy
minor drama of the pretrial motions or- model named Karen McDougal, to not
bited around whether the ex-President, go public with her more convincing ac-
under threat of being held in contempt, count of a nine-month affair with Trump.
would stop saying nasty things on so- (Trump denies all the affairs and any
cial media about the jurors, the witnesses, wrongdoing.) “The boss will take care
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 9
of it,” Pecker said Cohen told him, but, missing a crucial ingredient: surprise. suggest a pro-Trump mob so much as
when Trump was slow to reimburse him, Some liberal pundits have wondered a dawning truth: that, for the first time
the tabloid king refused to act as an in- whether bringing the case was worth- in a decade, Trump is struggling to com-
termediary in the effort to buy off Stormy while. “I have a hard time mustering mand attention.
Daniels, leading Cohen to approach her even a ‘meh,’” the election-law scholar Even in Manhattan, the action is
directly. Shortly before the Inaugura- Rick Hasen wrote in the Los Angeles elsewhere. A few miles uptown, at Co-
tion, Pecker said, the President-elect in- Times, noting the potential for political lumbia University, the student protests
vited him to a meeting at Trump Tower— backlash and the higher-stakes cases to over Israel’s war in Gaza have drawn
with the soon to be Secretary of State come. (Those cases may become slightly international attention, and provoked
Mike Pompeo; Reince Priebus, the Re- narrower—last week, the Supreme Court a media frenzy that has overshadowed
publican National Committee chair; and seemed receptive to Trump’s arguments Trump’s trial. (The coverage of the pro-
James Comey, the F.B.I. director—where that some of the actions for which he tests, a little bizarrely, has also crowded
Trump thanked Pecker for all he’d done. has been charged are protected by Pres- out news from the actual war.) With
The two worlds that Trump has defined, idential immunity.) But the hush-money polls showing the Presidential race es-
of tabloid manipulation and of Repub- case is one in which a Presidential can- sentially tied, Biden might prefer to
lican politics, were thus fully intertwined. didate is accused of using his wealth to run against the omnipresent Trump of
These elements—adulterous sex, se- make his election likelier, and whether the 2020 election cycle, whose lies and
cret payoffs, a Presidential candidate he committed crimes is a question worth threats were easier to get people to no-
facing thirty-four felony counts—could pursuing, especially in the minds of vot- tice. The dynamic of the trial could
make for a trial of the century, but, be- ers who say they wouldn’t vote for a carry over to the election: Trump is di-
cause much of this story has already ap- felon. (That’s sixty per cent of indepen- minishing, but the public is tuned out,
peared in investigative reports, includ- dents and a quarter of Republicans, ac- because everyone already knows exactly
ing by The New Yorker’s Ronan Farrow, cording to a Reuters/Ipsos survey.) The who he is.
and in congressional testimony, it is sleepy scene at the courthouse doesn’t —Benjamin Wallace-Wells

ARCHIVES DEPT. to light and air, have been carefully stored. the time, made by his partner Timothy
WAR STORIES ON FILM One of the very few people who have O’Sullivan, at Gettysburg, after the bat-
come in contact with them during the tle. Gardner titled it “A Harvest of Death,”
past two decades is Billy Wade, the Still and it is fascinating for the way the de-
Picture Branch’s supervisory archivist. tails of the dead are in sharp focus, while
There are roughly nine thousand plates the living are like ghosts. After the war,
from the war and subsequent Western O’Sullivan went West with scientists
surveys, which ended in the eighteen- and soldiers and made what is probably
lex Garland’s new film, “Civil War,” seventies. The cabinets that house the the archive’s most requested survey pho-
A follows two war photographers on
a road trip from New York to Washing-
plates are sky blue. Each shelf holds
about a hundred, all in a NASA-level
tograph—a sand dune, about three miles
long, in Nevada. That picture features
ton, D.C., via the blue highways of Penn- climate-controlled room. Last week, the army ambulance that O’Sullivan
sylvania and West Virginia. The more Wade told a visitor, “The other day, I converted into a travelling darkroom.
experienced photographer, played by was in there, and I thought, I wonder if The photo of the sand dune, creamy and
Kirsten Dunst, uses a Sony digital cam- anybody will ever ask what they look smooth, is an albumen print, made with
era, while her apprentice, played by Cailee like, so I took a picture with my phone.” an antique process that uses egg whites.
Spaeny, shoots a Nikon and makes old- In the image he made, the cabinets have (Photographic journals at the time fea-
school film negatives of a fictional civil a nineteen-sixties computer-lab vibe: tured cheesecake recipes.)
war. A real-life road trip to Washington, the rows of plates in flapped enclosures Among the fourteen million unique
D.C., via I-95, brings you past the Na- could be powerful servers that fuel the analog photos at the Still Picture Branch
tional Archives campus in College Park, national memory bank. are images from every war that has been
Maryland, where the archivists in the “I’ve got some things pulled,” Wade photographed. It is common for veter-
Still Picture Branch manage the actual said. He went away and returned push- ans to visit; the parking lot is often dot-
photos of the actual Civil War and the ing a cart holding prints made by Alex- ted with cars bearing Vietnam War in-
negatives from which they were printed. ander Gardner, a Scottish photographer signia. “We’ve had war photographers
Like Spaeny’s character, actual Civil War who started the war working for the come in here and say they remember
photographers developed images in the better-known Mathew Brady, then went making these pictures,” Wade said.
field, theirs made on glass plates coated out on his own. All the photographs were Recently, Dennis Fisher, a Marine
with collodion, a syrupy chemical com- made for what is often called the first combat photographer now in his sev-
pound that was also used by Civil War- photo book, “Gardner’s Photographic enties, stopped in to see negatives that
era surgeons as a liquid bandage. Sketch Book of the War.” At the center he had developed in Vietnam, in 1967
After a century and a half, the Civil of Gardner’s book is one of the archive’s and 1968. He was assisted by Cecilia
War-era glass-plate negatives, sensitive most frequently requested photos of Figliuolo, an archivist with an interest
10 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024
in combat photography, who spoke to prayer room by mistake. Cynthia Nixon
him about the photos he had made hadn’t known what to wear. (The dress
twenty-eight years before she was born. code was a mysterious “semi-formal to
“One of the first things he said to me formal.”) Chatting alongside the actor
was, ‘This is the first time I’ve held these Aasif Mandvi, she said that she’d puz-
negatives since I was 20 or 21,’” she wrote zled out wardrobe choices with her part-
in “The Unwritten Record,” one of the ner, Christine Marinoni. “I made Chris-
archive’s blogs. Sitting with the veteran, tine wear a tie,” she said. Mandvi, a
Figliuolo learned details that the archi- Muslim, was delighted by the diversity
vists could only have guessed at. As of the first-timers: “I’m used to family
Fisher studied a picture of two men fir- members with long beards judging me
ing mortars in May, 1968—part of a U.S. for my career choices.”
operation to clear land south of Da The guest list was packed with im-
Nang—he told Figliuolo that he had practical artistic types: the actors Aman-
brought a tape recorder along on the dla Stenberg and Ilana Glazer, the pho-
mission, to record the sonic chaos. “Did tographer Nan Goldin, the writers Tareq
you take your recorder out with you Baconi and Hala Alyan, the filmmak-
every time?” she asked. ers Linda Goode Bryant and Mira Nair,
“No, I took it out once, and it was Ramy Youssef and the editor of Jewish Currents, Ari-
such a pain in the ass to lug around I elle Angel. Another co-host, Deana Hag-
never took it out again,” he said. This year, Youssef co-hosted an Eid gag, an arts administrator, told the guests
When Fisher returned home from the al-Fitr banquet, the culmination of Ra- that they had been invited because of
archive, he phoned Figliuolo, and played madan, with his friends Hasan Minhaj, their creative roles: “We mold witness-
her the cassette tape, but what she re- Riz Ahmed, and Mona Chalabi, among ing; help make it into a shape that the
membered long after his visit was that, others. (They split the bill for the night.) world can remember.”
when he had stared at the battle scenes The dinner took place at a warehouse During the program for the evening,
in the archive, it was as if that audiotape in Bushwick, but the atmosphere was guests sat at long tables and ate prawns,
were playing in his head. “In that mo- not remotely industrial; guests searched lamb chops, and saffron rice between
ment, I could tell that he could hear it,” for their names on place cards at ele- speakers. Amir Sulaiman roused the
she said. “He remembered everything.” gant tables set with glasses of hibiscus- crowd with a performance of his poem
—Robert Sullivan and-pomegranate juice and decorated “You Will Be Someone’s Ancestor. Act
1 with red poppies (a symbol of Pales- Accordingly.”The actress Debra Winger,
BREAKING BREAD tine). Youssef, wearing a green thobe, who is a grandmother now, said that the
A HEARTS-AND-MINDS EID stood on a chair to address the two hun- number of Gazan children killed had
dred and fifty attendees. He made note been weighing on her. But, she added,
of the refined atmosphere through a “feeling won’t wreck you. Not feeling is
joke about premarital sex. “We put this what wrecks you.”
together in two weeks, Muslim style!” Throughout the event, Youssef made
he said with a smirk. “Two people want his way from table to table. Before en-
to hook up? Let’s do a wedding!” Over tering, guests had been handed black

F or people who never got the chance


to celebrate Ramadan, the comedy
series “Ramy” offers a virtual seat at the
cold meze, a guest started whispering
about someone’s date before her friend
interjected: “Be careful! The F.B.I. is lis-
stickers to cover their phone cameras,
but Youssef broke the rule to take a selfie
with Amy Goodman, the host of “De-
table after sundown. Co-created by the tening, ha-ha.” mocracy Now!” Youssef told her that his
Egyptian American comedian Ramy For many American Muslims, the uncle was a fan, and that he liked to
Youssef, the show gives viewers a peek fallout from Israel’s assault on Gaza has watch her telecast while enjoying a cig-
into the dirty mind of an unmarried brought back memories of the harass- arette. Goodman used Youssef ’s phone
Muslim twentysomething struggling to ment and surveillance of the days after to send the uncle a message: “Don’t
reconcile his duelling devotions: faith 9/11. Amid the uncertainty and fear, the smoke.” As a party favor, each guest re-
and fornication. In Season 1, during Ra- goal of the banquet was bridge-build- ceived a bottle of Palestinian olive oil.
madan, Ramy (played by Youssef ) fasts ing. Part of the reason for the hasty Mira Nair grabbed two. Zara Rahim let
by day and enjoys an iftar at a mosque planning was that the organizers had it slide. “What am I going to do—say,
at night. A man in line for food greets hoped a hearts-and-minds Eid wouldn’t ‘Auntie, give back the olive oil’?” she
him in strangely practiced-sounding Ar- be necessary by Ramadan. “Surely this said, laughing.
abic, and Ramy’s friend Mo (the come- will be over by then,” Zara Rahim, an- Eid is a celebration, but many turned
dian Mo Amer) whispers to his pal, other host, recalled thinking, about the out that night to break bread over bro-
“He’s undercover, bro. Dude’s Domin- war in Gaza. ken hearts. Toward the end of the eve-
ican. Straight-up Dominican. F.B.I.’s It was many guests’ first Eid. Look- ning, Ilana Glazer said, “To have a space
not even trying anymore.” ing lost, David Byrne wandered into a to grieve thirty-four thousand lives taken
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 11
is something I’m grateful for.” Sumaya to the forefront of Kremlin politics. When Keen sidestepped the head chair, say-
Awad, an activist with the Adalah Jus- Putin succeeded Yeltsin, Berezovsky had ing, “I’ve sat at the end long enough this
tice Project, a Palestinian advocacy or- every reason to think he would be as com- evening.” He looked the part—wolfish
ganization, said that this Ramadan had pliant as Yeltsin––a catastrophic miscal- eyes, imposing cranium—but his affect
been unlike anything she’d experienced culation. Berezovsky turned against was warm. Musa brought shots of horse-
before: “The fact that they’re starving Putin, warning of another “authoritar- radish and cranberry vodka, and they
while we’re fasting is unbearable.” ian regime.” He exiled himself to En- toasted: “Chin-chin!” Both actors had
—Jennifer Wilson gland, where he inveighed against his studied their characters’ quirks, like Krem-
1 former protégé and survived several as- linologists. Stuhlbarg, who has a wall of
THE BOARDS sassination attempts. In 2013, he was Berezovsky photos in his dressing room,
KREMLINOLOGY found hanged in his bathroom, a black had watched a “Frontline” interview from
cashmere scarf around his neck. The “a year or so before he died—or was dis-
coroner recorded an “open verdict.” posed of, depending on your perspec-
“He took Putin for who he was, or at tive.” Berezovsky, he observed, had “a
least who he presented himself to be,” head bobble that I’ve factored in, in places
the actor Michael Stuhlbarg said recently. where he was content with himself,” and,
In the new Broadway play “Patriots,” by at other times, a mathematician’s inten-

B oris Berezovsky began his eventful


professional life as an obscure Soviet-
era mathematician. With the fall of Com-
Peter Morgan (“The Crown”), Stuhlbarg
plays Berezovsky, in feral, face-scrunching
fashion. Having just finished a preview,
sity: “It’s absolute stillness—and then he
pounces on the answer.”
Keen watched footage of Putin.
munism, he became, through ruthlessness he was having a late supper at the Rus- “There’s a video of him on holiday play-
and political guile, the most notorious of sian Samovar with Will Keen, the Brit- ing table tennis, sort of awkward-look-
the post-Soviet oligarchs, amassing bil- ish actor who plays Putin. A waitress ing,” he said, as veal pelmeni arrived. He
lions through oil, air travel, and mass media. named Musa had started with a tour: the was intrigued by Putin’s “tiny ironic
His access to, and influence over, Boris bar where Mel Brooks wrote “The Pro- smile,” he said. “I spent a lot of time try-
Yeltsin reminded some of Grigori Raspu- ducers”; a doodle that Frank Sinatra had ing to imagine myself into his face.” He
tin and his hold over Tsar Nicholas II. In left on a wall, from when the place was continued, “In terms of the body, every-
1996, with Yeltsin debilitated by heart trou- Jilly’s, a Rat Pack hangout. She led them body talks about how his left hand swings
ble and vodka trouble, Berezovsky and upstairs, to a dining room outfitted with and his right hand stays by his side, which
other oligarchs engineered his reëlection. samovars and a long table that Mikhail apparently is a K.G.B. thing. There are
In exchange, Yeltsin presided over bogus Baryshnikov, one of the restaurant’s theories about it having to do with keep-
auctions to privatize huge state enter- founders, had wanted to be strong enough ing your gun hand ready.” When Keen
prises––auctions that Berezovsky and his for ten men to stand on. A Polish guy, played the role in London in 2022, he
allies “won.” Eventually, Berezovsky pushed she said, “gets absolutely shit-faced here, noticed that inhabiting Putin’s self-con-
Vladimir Putin, a mid-level K.G.B. officer, and also sometimes has occasions of state.” trol produced an “interior counter-ten-
sion,” making his right hand tremble in-
voluntarily. “The f irst night, some
people from the British Embassy in Rus-
sia came and said, ‘Where did you see
the thing about the hand? That’s exactly
what he does!’”
Keen stayed with the play as Putin’s
domination grew darker: war in Ukraine,
the death of Alexei Navalny. Berezovsky,
Stuhlbarg guessed, would “be livid about
the fact that he’s still in office.”
“Do you think, as a mathematician,
he’d be pleased to be right?” Keen asked.
“Absolutely,” Stuhlbarg said. Four
nights earlier, Stuhlbarg had been out
running when a man bashed him in the
head with a rock. Stuhlbarg gave chase,
trying to get a photo, and police appre-
hended the suspect outside the Russian
consulate, of all places. Bruised, Stuhl-
barg performed his first preview the next
night. “It was very shocking. And it hurt,”
he said. “All of a sudden, emotions start
“Did we really have to come this early?” to come out of you, and what better place
to apply it than to this ferocious play?” than me.” Adewumi considered captur- pointer and made a right-handed layup.
In 1994, Berezovsky survived a car ing a pawn, then brought a bishop for- Adewumi lamentingly compared Jaquez’s
bombing. Stuhlbarg described the “odd ward instead. He asked how Jaquez liked high-elbowed shooting form with his
mirroring” of the jogging assault with his teammates. “A lot of cool guys,” Jaquez own, which originated closer to his chest.
“what Boris goes through in the play, of said. Then: “Oh, my God ”—Adewumi “That’s how everyone starts,” Jaquez as-
having assassins plant explosives in a car.” had snagged an unsuspecting rook. A sured him. A towering man in sweats
He went on, “Boris felt like he had a sec- few moves later, Jaquez recognized that walked onto the court and surveyed the
ond lease on life. And, in some ways, this his king was in checkmate. He laughed scene. “That’s my friend Bam,” Jaquez
thing that I’ve been through, it’s an op- and extended a congratulatory hand. said—as in Bam Adebayo, the Heat’s
portunity to have another lease on life, “You did play well at the start,” Adewumi all-star center. Adebayo dapped up the
or another opportunity to get to play a said. He smiled impishly. prodigy: “What’s up, little man?”
play. I’m so grateful to be alive.” Musa Adewumi asked Jaquez about his Elo Adewumi missed a few longer shots,
brought more vodka, and they toasted: rating, so Jaquez pulled up his profile on accumulating H-O-R-S. Jaquez asked
“Slava Ukraini!” Chess.com, a site that has replicated sev- his favorite N.B.A. team. The Celtics,
—Michael Schulman eral basketball stars’ chess games with Adewumi said. Jaquez grimaced: “I
1 personalized bots—Gordon Hayward thought we could be friends.” Then he
DEPT. OF MOVES (1350 Elo), Jaylen Brown (1275). Jaquez’s sank a heave from half-court. An on-
CHESS, HOOPS own rating is 900. (Adewumi’s is 2370.) looker shouted, “That’s game!” Adewumi
Chess has a cult following among N.B.A. shook his head. “I’m making this,” he an-
players. Giannis Antetokounmpo and nounced. He removed his jacket, reveal-
Klay Thompson are practitioners, and ing a white T-shirt reading “POSITIVE
Derrick Rose was once spotted at a Drake VIBES.” He made a running start, and his
concert playing chess on his phone. This attempt thudded off the backboard. “I
was actually Adewumi’s second show- think we’ll call it even,” Jaquez said.
ame, it is said, recognizes game. Not down with a flesh-and-blood N.B.A.
G long ago, two mutual admirers from
different domains—Jaime Jaquez, Jr., a
player. He’d previously taken down Grant
Williams, a bookish forward now on the
six-feet-seven standout rookie for the Charlotte Hornets. How did that matchup
N.B.A.’s Miami Heat, and Tanitoluwa come about? Adewumi shrugged. “My
Adewumi, a five-foot-six, thirteen-year- parents would know,” he said.
old chess prodigy who lives on the Lower The pair reset the board and switched
East Side—met for a skill exchange of sides. Talk turned to their chess origins.
sorts. Adewumi first won fans five years “My brother taught me,” Adewumi said.
ago, as a third grader, when he conquered Jaquez used to play with his siblings, too,
his category at New York’s state cham- but grew serious while at U.C.L.A.,
pionships while living in a homeless shel- where the basketball players became
ter with his family, who had fled Nige- chess-obsessed during COVID. (The
ria as refugees under threat from Boko school’s football team was even more
Haram. More recently, Jaquez, a chess obsessed; they brought in a chess coach.)
devotee, sent Adewumi, a budding hoops This game, Jaquez deployed a de-
fan, a video message suggesting that they fense whose name he forgot. “Scandi-
trade tips. When the Heat came to New navian,” Adewumi reminded him. He Tanitoluwa Adewumi
York, a meeting was arranged. asked Jaquez about the best game of his and Jaime Jaquez, Jr.
The setting: the second-floor basket- career. “It’s so hard for me to think and
ball court at Nike’s headquarters near play chess at the same time,” Jaquez said. More Heat players trickled in, and
Madison Square Garden, where some “When people stream”—broadcast their Adewumi and Jaquez exchanged gifts.
Heat players would be gathering to shoot play live online, while chatting with view- Adewumi signed a copy of his mem-
around. Jaquez came straight from the ers—“I’m, like, how?” Adewumi said he oir, “My Name Is Tani . . . and I Believe
airport, in off-white sweats and match- used to stream, but stopped to focus on in Miracles.” (It’s been optioned by
ing sneakers. Adewumi had arrived wear- tournaments. “I was young,” he said. Trevor Noah and Paramount.) Jaquez
ing a black Adidas tracksuit. A Nike rep, “Like, twelve.” Adewumi grinned at one signed a cream-colored pair of sneak-
noticing the attire, provided a new, ap- of Jaquez’s moves, then allowed him to ers, which were roughly as big as Ade-
propriately branded one instead. (“Much replay it. Soon he called checkmate any- wumi’s torso. “What size are those?”
better,” she said, after he changed.) way. “Well, that was just delaying the Adewumi asked. “My size,” Jaquez said.
They headed for a chessboard, which inevitable,” Jaquez said. He offered some autograph advice
was set up at mid-court on a high-top It was time for hoops. Jaquez de- (“Keep it quick”) and made a parting
table. Play began quickly. “I don’t like monstrated a few of his favorite moves, request. “When you become a grand
trading pieces,” Jaquez said, after doing and then the pair settled into a game of master,” he said, “let me know.”
so. “Especially when someone’s better H-O-R-S-E. Each missed a three- —Dan Greene
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 13
Their academic work on gender from
PROFILES the nineteen-nineties, albeit in distorted
form, has incited recurrent waves of fury.
From Eastern Europe to South Amer-
THE PHANTASM ica, right-wing groups have portrayed
Butler as not merely one of the found-
Why was Judith Butler burned in effigy? They have a theory about that. ers of “gender theory” but a founder of
“gender” itself—gender framed as the
BY PARUL SEHGAL elevation of trans and gay rights and the
undermining of the traditional family.
In 2017, while travelling in Brazil, where
they had helped organize a conference
on democracy, Butler was met by pro-
testers holding placards depicting them
with devil horns. They burned a pup-
pet bearing a witch’s hat, a pink bra, and
a photograph of Butler’s face—a “gen-
der monster,” Butler called it. At the
airport, a fight broke out when a pro-
tester tried to attack Butler and a by-
stander intervened.
Still, that evening in Paris, Butler
did not flinch or pull away. They re-
sponded, in French, “How am I threat-
ening your children?”
“You speak in this way,” the woman
replied. “They listen to you. And, if
they listen to you, they will stop de-
fending Israel. You’re not a European,
you don’t know this, but the Holocaust
can come again.”
“I grew up with that fear of it hap-
pening again,” Butler said. Most of their
maternal line, Hungarian Jews, had
been killed in the Holocaust. Butler
proposed a conversation “about whether
this current state is actually protecting
the Jews from harm or exposing the
Jews to harm.” The woman refused.
Butler persisted—a coffee perhaps? “I’d

IartistnJudith
January, the American philosopher
Butler and the South African
William Kentridge took part in a
Butler has regularly required per-
sonal security. In 2012, the city of Frank-
furt awarded them the Theodor W.
like to understand more about your
fear,” Butler said. “You and I both want
to live without fear of violence. We’re
public conversation in Paris about atroc- Adorno Prize for their contributions just trying to arrive at it in a different
ity and its representations. Before an au- to philosophy. (Butler recently adopted way.” The woman started to cry. “We’ll
dience at the École Normale Supérieure, they/them pronouns but doesn’t “po- meet, we’ll meet,” she said. Butler asked
they spoke for nearly two hours, in lull- lice it.”) The general secretary of the for permission to embrace her.
ing abstraction and murmured mutual Central Council of Jews in Germany “I recognized her,” Butler told me
regard: Can we give the image the ben- decried the decision to give the award, later. “She could have been my aunt.
efit of the doubt? What is the role of the named for a philosopher of Jewish de- Her fear had been my own. Sometimes
object in thinking? After the event, a scent who fled the Nazis, to a “well- it is still my own.”
woman—a philosopher herself—ap- known hater of Israel.” A demonstra- Back in Berkeley, where Butler lives
proached Butler. Tight with tension, tion was organized. Butler, a prominent and teaches, I heard them tell the story
she gripped Butler by the arm. critic of Zionism, responded by citing to a few different people, turning it
“Vous menacez mes enfants,” she said, their education in a Jewish ethical tra- over, poking at it. “You didn’t win an
in Butler’s recounting. “You are threat- dition, which compelled them to speak argument,” one friend, the poet Clau-
ening my children.” in the face of injustice. dia Rankine, told them. “There was no
argument!”
As a gender theorist and critic of Zionism, Butler has aroused fury around the world. Butler agreed. “I just tried to go deeper
14 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 PHOTOGRAPH BY JESS T. DUGAN
into that place of enormous stuckness In recent weeks, Butler has been oc- cannot be fully predicted or controlled
and rage, fear, hatred, terror.” cupied not just by book promotion but in advance, and something about my
That place of stuckness, of envel- by handling the furor, from the left and openness is not, strictly speaking, under
oping dread, is the setting of their lat- the right, over their statements follow- my control,” they have said.
est book, “Who’s Afraid of Gender?,” ing the Hamas attacks of October 7th. And Merleau-Ponty’s style—“so ad-
which was published in March. It is Right-wing media resurfaced an old re- jectival!” Butler marvelled. Their hands
unique in Butler’s corpus—not only mark of Butler’s to suggest that they made a quick movement, flowers burst-
because it is their least theoretical work have defended Hamas and Hezbollah. ing into bloom. “Subordinate clause
and their first written for a broad au- A pro-Palestinian student group raised upon subordinate clause.” Butler slid on
dience but because it is their first book concerns about an essay Butler pub- wire-rimmed sunglasses and began re-
that feels written primarily out of a lished in the London Review of Books, versing. “The problem is that he loses
sense of obligation. which chided those who used “the his- the verb, and he just keeps proliferating
“There was no pleasure in the writ- tory of Israeli violence in the region to and twisting. You just have to go with
ing,” Butler said to me. “It felt like a exonerate Hamas.” (Butler responded it, without any expectation that the verb
public service, and a necessary one be- with a clarification and an apology.) will take you somewhere. What’s left is
cause I had absorbed this violence.” Comments of Butler’s, from an event a kind of experience, a kind of ride—
A long-simmering book on Kafka outside Paris, in which they referred to all right, all right, I see you, go ahead, go
was put on hold while Butler became a Hamas’s attacks as “armed resistance” ahead.” Butler squinted into the rear-
student of gender again. “I was naïve,” were circulated as proof of endorsement. view mirror; another driver tried squeez-
they told the British magazine Dazed. (Those who circulated the snippet hur- ing past. “He’s willing to work several
“When I was burned in effigy in Bra- ried past the next part of what Butler metaphors in the same long sentence.”
zil in 2017, I could see people scream- had said: “I did not like that attack. . . . The driver leaned on his horn.
ing about gender, and they understood It was for me anguishing. It was terri- “My proprioceptive body” is how
‘gender’ to mean ‘paedophilia.’ And then ble.”) Butler postponed a set of public Butler refers to their car. “I’m surrounded
I heard people in France describing gen- lectures out of concern for their safety. by this clunky thing, and I feel pro-
der as a Jewish intellectual movement “They have been walking into storms tected,” they’d explained. “I expand. I
imported from the U.S.This book started for a long time,” the psychoanalytic have this carapace.” They laughed. “But
because I had to figure out what gen- writer Jacqueline Rose, an old friend it’s, um, prosthetic.”
der had become. . . . I had no idea that of Butler’s, told me. “The work has Butler and their partner, the politi-
it had become this flash point for right- been canonized through deep respect cal theorist Wendy Brown, live in a white
wing movements throughout the world.” and hatred.” house with blue trim, the Tudor-style
Write what you know, the saying façade webbed with climbing jasmine—
goes. Butler knows what it means to be utler is soft-spoken and gallant, the same house in which they raised
that flash point, or “phantasm,” as they
call it in “Who’s Afraid of Gender?,”
B often sheathed in a trim black blazer
or a leather jacket, but, given the slight-
their son, Isaac, now a musician living
nearby. House sitters are staying there
borrowing a term from psychoanalysis. est encouragement, they turn goofy and while Brown is at the Institute for Ad-
In the book, Butler traces the history sly, almost gratefully. When they were vanced Study, in Princeton, and Butler
of what they describe as a well-financed, twelve years old, they identified two travels between Berkeley and Paris. The
transnational “anti-gender ideology plausible professional paths: philoso- rooms are airy and uncluttered, adorned
movement.” The book took about two pher or clown. In ordinary life, Butler with textile hangings and other totems
years to write; it is dense with journal- incorporates both. of travel. Giraffe figurines stalk the man-
istic detail and shaped by a particular Butler apologized for the mess in tel. When I visited, a freshly unwrapped
credo. “I’m trying to respond to this rash their car, an old BMW, when we went U.K. edition of “Who’s Afraid of Gen-
of hatred, these distortions, and suggest for a drive one day—this amounted to der?” lay on the hall table.
some ways that we can produce a more a few books by the phenomenologist Stairs curve into a lofted study, where
compelling vision of the world that Maurice Merleau-Ponty, strewn around Butler works. The room has a wood-
would counter them,” Butler has said. the back seat. Butler’s marginalia in those stove and two desks, the smaller one,
“I tried to make the book calm, because books are in a precise, hunched hand. for administrative tasks, snowed over
I want people to stay with me.” Merleau-Ponty propounded the idea with paper. Bookshelves line the walls—
“Who’s Afraid of Gender?” was a that the body, not consciousness, is our one bearing only works published by
best-seller upon its release, although the primary instrument for understanding Butler’s former students. There is French
reception was characteristically contra- the world. To be in a body is not to be theory here, a low-slung shelf dedicated
dictory. Fans waxed nostalgic—Butler’s contained but to be exposed to the world; to copies of “Antigone” there, and
breakout book, “Gender Trouble,” has from our first breath, we are in need of Hegel—who has been the trellis around
acquired the sheen of an avant-garde care from other people. Merleau-Ponty which Butler’s work has twined.
cultural object. Old foes got in their is a deep influence; one can feel him Butler draws a great deal from He-
shots. Butler is so angry, one review said. tumbling around in the back seat of gel’s famous master-slave dialectic, pre-
Butler is irresponsibly moderate, an- much of Butler’s thinking. “I am open sented in a passage in “The Phenom-
other lamented. to a world that acts on me in ways that enology of Spirit.” The self finds itself
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only in the eyes of another; the mas- After Hitler came to power, Butler’s up the field of possibility for gender
ter must be recognized by the slave to grandparents returned to the family vil- without dictating which kinds of pos-
fulfill his self-consciousness. Thus, the lage, bearing money and tickets for their sibilities ought to be realized.” Then,
two recognize one another fully at the family to flee. Full of fear and supersti- as if anticipating that this thought might
moment when they grasp their shared tion, most of the family refused, Butler be dismissed as so much jargon, they
ability to annihilate each other. Butler was told. Max’s footage of the villagers pressed the point: “One might wonder
writes, “It is at a moment of funda- survives—they dance together, for the what use ‘opening up possibilities’ fi-
mental vulnerability that recognition camera. A few years later, the news came nally is, but no one who has understood
becomes possible, and need becomes of the family’s obliteration. what it is to live in the social world as
self-conscious. What recognition does As Butler understands it now, from what is ‘impossible,’ illegible, unrealiz-
at such a moment is, to be sure, to hold a story passed along by their mother, able, unreal, and illegitimate is likely to
destruction in check. But what it also pose that question.” The sentence has
means is that the self is not its own, that a curious shape, advancing and with-
it is given over to the Other.” drawing a question, almost as if to cre-
“I recognized her,” Butler had said ate a space for a person who was and
of the woman in Paris. “Her fear had was not there.
been my own.” This wasn’t comfort or Harold was in his sixties when he
condemnation; it was simply inevitable. died. Butler heard from a relative that
In Butler’s reading of Hegel, the pro- Harold had been lucid all those years.
cess of recognition also involves a sur- He was close to his caregiver. “I’m told
render of self—whereupon the self that’s that he received a clean sweater, new
returned to you is never the one you Butler’s grandparents took their teen- pants every year, and a little package,”
started with. age son Harold to Vienna, for a consul- Butler recalled. His brother was said
tation with sexologists there. It was a to have paid him an annual visit, but
he surviving footage is grainy, but matter, Butler thinks, of some anoma- Harold otherwise seemed to have been
T the careful, cultivated glamour is
unmistakable. A young woman stands
lous sexual development. “They sub-
jected him to countless doctors,” they
cut off. “I felt it said something very
deep about the cruelty of this family
on a boat. The camera drifts from her said. “He had to drop his pants and in this history. A family that both suf-
face to her hip, down to her ankle, and allow his genitals to be examined, talked fered cruelty and inflicted it—not the
back up again, to her face and her evi- about, and analyzed.” It was too late, the same, but horrifying, nevertheless.”
dent delight. doctors said. He needed to have been As an adolescent, Butler was increas-
The woman is Butler’s aunt Alice; seen before puberty; there was nothing ingly oppressed by what they describe
the cameraman, Butler’s maternal grand- to be done now. as panicked “gender patrolling.” Their
father, Max. Butler’s grandparents had Back in Cleveland, Harold began father was a dentist; their mother worked
come from a Hungarian village and set- acting out, as if traumatically repeating in fair housing and helped run cam-
tled in Cleveland. Max owned silent- what he had endured. “Maybe he was paigns for Ohio Democrats. Butler
movie theatres. To pass as Americans, searching for a way to tell that story,” was the middle child. Their siblings
the family began emulating the actors Butler said. “Or to express his anger “monopolized the genders—he was
onscreen: “My grandfather became against my grandparents. This was so Mr. Man, and she was this petite dancer
Clark Gable. My grandmother became shameful for my grandmother, who who went to Juilliard. I was—I don’t
Helen Hayes. My mother . . . more Joan thought she was going to overcome know.” There were thunderous argu-
Crawford.” It was, Butler said, “assim- poverty and antisemitism by being ments. “I couldn’t wear a dress. It was
ilation mixed with an absolutely raging Helen Hayes, that she and Max had impossible.”
fear of antisemitism.” Harold shipped away to the Menninger When it emerged that Butler and two
Max filmed his wife, Helen, tanning Foundation, in Kansas.” of their cousins were gay, all three were
by a pool, the straps of her bathing suit One of Butler’s cousins grew up shamed. “I always felt solidarity with
pulled down over her shoulders. But- with a very different impression: Har- Harold,” they said. “We were the queer
ler’s father makes an appearance, teach- old was simply said to be mentally “not revenge. We’re not going to conform to
ing his children to swim. He slicks back right”—maybe he had autism? Butler everybody’s idea of what we should be.”
a child’s hair with pride. recalls being informed as a child that But, they added, “we suffered.”
“Maybe ‘Gender Trouble’ is actually Uncle Harold was a vegetable. What- School was a reprieve, although But-
a theory that emerges from my effort to ever the truth was, Harold ended up in ler was so disruptive in Hebrew school,
make sense of how my family embod- a home for people with developmental so often accused of clowning, that they
ied those Hollywood norms and how disabilities. “I was told that we couldn’t were assigned private tutorials with the
they also didn’t,” Butler said in a docu- visit him,” Butler said. “We couldn’t rabbi. Butler recalls telling him at their
mentary. “Maybe my conclusion was know him.” first meeting that they wanted to focus
that anyone who strives to embody them In “Gender Trouble,” Butler wrote on three questions: “Why was Spinoza
also perhaps fails in some ways that are that the book’s aim was not to prescribe excommunicated from the Jewish com-
more interesting than their successes.” any particular way of life but “to open munity? Could German idealism be
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held accountable for Nazism? And how about climate change and political econ- customary dinner with department
was one to understand existential the- omy, about nonhuman lives that must members wasn’t going to happen. But-
ology, including the work of Martin also be considered grievable. “We joke ler returned to their motel and sat on
Buber?” Butler was fourteen. I’m closer to the animals,” Brown said. the bed, confused. A professor called
Jewish education gave Butler what “Judith is very human.” Every day, But- to apologize: the faculty had been
felt, initially, like an invitation into open ler swims in a nearby pool, and Brown taken aback by Butler’s appearance.
debate and a consideration of what in the bay, year-round. The next day, still stinging, Butler
counts as evidence, what makes an in- The two met in the late eighties. found their way to a women’s faculty
terpretation credible. In high school, Butler had been invited to give a talk meeting, and in walked Wendy Brown,
they travelled twice to Israel, as part of on Sartre at Williams College. It was a political philosopher at Williams, a
a program that was something of a pre- a difficult time. A few years earlier, But- little late.
decessor to Birthright. It was the early ler had completed a philosophy disser- “Williams, you can’t be totally bad,”
seventies; Butler had been witnessing tation at Yale on desire and recognition Butler recalled thinking. “She just came
the civil-rights movement and was dis- in Hegel, filtered through twentieth- in and said hello, and she was so lumi-
turbed by what they saw as the racial century French thought—Alexandre nous. She’s still luminous. She walks
stratifications within Israeli society. Kojève, Sartre, Lacan, Foucault. It be- in and it’s, like, there’s too much light
At home, a sense of isolation grew. came their first book, “Subjects of De- in the room.”
Butler was outed by the parents of a sire” (1987), and advanced a reading Butler, still in search of a tenure-
girlfriend. They began to scratch at of the “Phenomenology” as a journey track job, wrote a draft of “Gender
their arms uncontrollably. Dermatolo- with a singularly blundering and resil- Trouble: Feminism and the Subver-
gists proved to be of no use, and But- ient protagonist, forever failing in his sion of Identity” as a visiting fellow at
ler’s parents eventually sought help from quest for identity but constantly renew- the Institute for Advanced Study, as
the head of psychiatry at a local hos- ing himself—his tragic blindness turn- part of a program on gender run by
pital. He surprised Butler by asking if ing out to be “the comic myopia of Joan W. Scott, who became a lifelong
they were familiar with the concept of Mr. Magoo,” who crashes his car into friend. Though “Gender Trouble” was
the hair shirt, from the Bible—the don- a chicken coop but lands, as always, on written, Butler says, for a few hundred
ning of a scratchy garment to expiate all four wheels. Yet a secure teaching people at best, it has sold more than a
a sense of sin. position proved elusive. hundred thousand copies.
“He was reading the Bible as litera- “I was what we used to call a street One day, Brown was sitting in the
ture,” Butler recalled. “I didn’t know you dyke,” Butler said. “Nobody had taught audience at a conference at Rutgers, lis-
could do that. He was reading a symp- me about haircuts or shirts. I didn’t have tening to Butler speak on a panel, when
tom as a metaphor. He was telling me silk blouses. I had sweatshirts. But I’m she sensed from the atmosphere that
that my body was speaking in a symp- not thinking about how I look. I’m something had changed. “It was early
tom and saying something that I needed thinking about Sartre.” in the star system in academia, so prob-
to understand and could reflect on.” By Butler recalled giving a job talk ably 1992,” she said. “That whole busi-
the end of the conversation, Butler told at Williams, and learning that the ness of celebrity academics—we’re so
him, with wonder, “You’re not trying to
change my object of desire.” And he re-
sponded, “Well, frankly, given where
you come from, you are lucky to love
anyone at all. So let’s affirm your capac-
ity to love.”
Butler has remained a “creature of
psychoanalysis,” they said. “It’s where I
learned how to read. I was given per-
mission to live and to love, which is
what I do in my work. It was a wise
and generous gift, which allowed me
to move forward with my life.”

deck, with a large hammock and


A a small lemon tree, connects But-
ler’s study with Brown’s. After work,
they meet here to talk or nap. It is an
architectural delineation of their way
of thinking together. “Influence, not
synthesis,” Brown told me. Butler brings
Brown closer to poetry and psycho-
analysis; Brown prompts Butler to think “Would you like free or expensive water?”
used to it now. But academics then were took it home and wrote it, alone. It is in other disciplines, too, found the notion
old tweedy guys. There may have been a part of them that I think vanishes generative. The literary scholar Saidiya
some eminences, but they weren’t ce- sometimes in the hullabaloo.” Hartman told me that “Gender Trouble”
lebrities. And, all of a sudden, Judith influenced her own thinking about the
was one.” hat book, inciter of hullabaloo and “coerced performance in Blackness, the
Başak Ertür, a legal scholar and a
Turkish translator of Butler’s, told me
T produced in private by a thirty-four-
year-old junior professor, is itself now
performance imposed upon our bodies.”
Joan Scott, as a historian, situates
that more than nine hundred people thirty-four years old. It drew on Derri- “Gender Trouble” historically: “The sev-
filled an auditorium in Ankara to hear da’s reading of the Oxford philosopher enties and eighties are the start of the
them speak: “Not just academics but of language J. L. Austin and his speech- critical exploration of gender identity.
L.G.B.T.Q. activists, antiwar activists, act theory. Austin had anatomized “per- Feminism starts out with consciousness-
sex workers.” formative utterances”: linguistic acts that raising and asking, What are women?
Butler told me that they had little don’t depict reality but enact it, as when The whole enterprise of critical work is
notion of what was happening at first. you promise something by using the to refuse the singular identity of women,
“Someone from the Village Voice asked, words “I promise.” Butler broadened the men, gender, race, whatever. All of that,
‘What are you thinking about the notion to behavior, arguing that gender the book is looking to complexify.” But-
new directions in queer theory?’ I said, was something people did performa- ler has called identity politics a “terrible
‘What’s queer theory?’ They thought tively. The incorrect reading of “perfor- American conceit” that proceeds “as if
I was being Socratic.” mativity,” which remains the popular one, becoming visible, becoming sayable, is
Brown still worries about the costs posits gender as a kind of costume, cho- the end of politics.”
of Butler’s celebrity, the memes crowd- sen or discarded for some theatre-in- This critique didn’t necessarily regis-
ing out the meanings. “Neither the per- the-round. What Butler was describing ter. “I wrote a whole book calling into
son nor the richness of the work can was more obdurate, involving constraint question identity politics, only then to
cohabit with celebrity—they just can’t,” as well as agency. For Butler, the ques- be constituted as a token of lesbian iden-
she said. “I think that the ‘gender-trou- tion was “What is done to me, and what tity,” Butler told Artforum. “Either peo-
bled Judith’ and the ‘anti-Zionist Ju- is it I do with what is done to me?” ple didn’t really read the book or the
dith’ and the ‘activist Judith’ can miss “Butler made thinking so expansively commodification of identity politics is
that this is a person formed by philo- about gender possible,” Paisley Currah, so strong that whatever you write, even
sophical questions and readings. Care- a political scientist and the author of a when it’s explicitly opposed to that pol-
ful and close reading, which you gen- recent book about transgender identity itics, gets taken up by that machinery.”
erally do by yourself. ‘Gender Trouble’ and the law, told me. “We’re all kind of
rearranging what they say and not quite
came out of what we then called gay
and lesbian emancipation. But it was
not born in the lesbian bar. No, they
agreeing and responding to it or doing
something a little bit different.” Academics
Ihigh.nPark,
a deeply wooded part of Codornices
a creek was running fast and
A child with long, loose hair swung
over it, on a rope hanging from a tree,
observed by two small, serious-faced
friends, caked to the neck in mud.
“My son played here,” Butler said. We
took a winding path to a rose garden.
The ground was soft and cratered, full
of murky pools. In time, we arrived at
the roses, but there were no roses, not
yet. We toured the thorns instead, and
admired the names of the varieties: Jekyll,
Bubble Bath, Perfume Factory.
Brown and Butler took teaching jobs at
Berkeley in the nineties, and raised their
son amid a web of friends and their chil-
dren. “It is important for all three of us
that our understanding of ourselves as a
family is more than nuclear,” Brown said.
“They were lesbians who had a child,
had jobs, careers, and they let them-
selves be seen,” the poet Brenda Shaugh-
nessy, a former student of Brown’s, told
me. “I remember people called Judy ‘the
rabbi,’ ” for their willingness to think
through deep questions, to offer advice.
“I had fun, but it was the kind of fun I don’t like.” Former students spoke of the sup-
port Butler offered as immediate and fiercely furled language of Continen- as a social critique, rather than as lived
material; graduate students who had tal philosophy and post-structuralism. experience, a sense of self, deeply known.
worried about losing their stipend for Some took Butler to be emblematic Some argued that Butler did not ac-
protesting on campus told me that But- of the hieratic and hermetic nature of count for those who sought and found
ler promised to find money in their bud- the humanities writ large. They were comfort in a gender category, or that
get to support them if necessary. Hart- awarded first prize in a Bad Writing the emphasis on the philosophy of gen-
man, whose first teaching job was at Contest held by the journal Philosophy der ignored the more pressing material
Berkeley, called them a “lifeline”: “Schol- and Literature, which cited such turns concerns—and dangers—facing trans
ars of color are supposed to repair the of phrase as “The insights into the con- people. Butler’s stance has evolved, but
institution, not lead a life of the mind. tingent possibility of structure inaugu- there are activists who fear that the
I had seen people become overwhelmed rate a renewed conception early characterizations, and
and die doing that work. Judith pro- of hegemony.” In a 1999 re- the misinterpretation of
tected me. Judith used their power. I view in The New Republic, performativity, have had a
was given room to do my work.” Martha Nussbaum wrote, pernicious staying power.
Butler and I were walking along a “It is difficult to come to “That notion that queer
narrowing rill when the muddy ground grips with Butler’s ideas, identity is inherently sub-
turned slick and I started sliding back- because it is difficult to fig- versive, which presupposes
ward. They steadied me. A while later, ure out what they are.” that there is a natural order,
I noticed that they were walking oddly, And yet other people that the very identity of
their arm held out at an unnatural angle. worried about the malign trans people is a provoca-
“I am trying to be subtle,” Butler told inf luence of that style, tion—it’s become the dom-
me. “My imitation of a nonintrusive, treating it as a covert con- inant narrative, and it has
permanent bannister.” tagion. You speak this way. They listen had a huge impact on legal advocacy,”
After their son was born, Butler to you. In truth, difficulty is only one Shannon Minter, the legal director of
would write with the baby in the car- part of Butler’s prose. This, too, is But- the National Center for Lesbian Rights,
rier, those years so flush with momen- ler, one of their best-known passages, told me. “It has convinced the public
tum that there was no need to question from “Undoing Gender,” as direct as that gender identity is self-definition.”
when or how to write. When the baby any love song: Butler has never been stinting with
cried, Butler learned to wait a beat or amplifications, apologies, adjustments:
two and then match him vocally at a Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. their career can be read as a long act of
And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If
particular note. “He would hold it with this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is deeply engaged self-criticism. In “Bod-
me,” they recalled. “Or then we’d hold only because it was already the case with desire. ies That Matter” (1993), the book that
it together. We’d pass it back and forth. One does not always stay intact. It may be that followed “Gender Trouble,” Butler
Or I’d take him into a song. Hebrew one wants to, or does, but it may also be that sought to clarify the nature of the per-
songs have these really elongated vow- despite one’s best efforts, one is undone, in the formative, and to fill in other lacunae.
face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by
els.” Butler stopped and sang out, “ ‘Ba- the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the In a similar spirit, they returned to the
ruuuuuuuuch ataaaah Adonai, Eloheinu memory of the feel. notion of the speech act, taking it up,
melech ha-olam.’ He would be very as- turning it over, and looking at it anew,
suaged by those kinds of sounds.” Still others have relished Butler’s dif- in “Excitable Speech” (1997), in which
Butler went on, “My question to him ficulty, as a road to hard-won revelation. they examined arguments concerning
was never ‘What have I made?’ or ‘How “Gender Trouble” enacts “an anti-com- hate speech and pornography, acknowl-
did I make you?’ The question was al- mon sense,” the novelist and scholar edging that language can wound but
ways ‘Who are you? Who the fuck are Jordy Rosenberg writes. “You have to urging caution about laws aimed at ex-
you?’ Here’s this independent creature. subject yourself to the difficulty of its pression deemed hateful or obscene;
Yes, I helped bring him into the world, language in order to begin to unstitch even pornography, Butler argued, can
but what do I have to do with this? the only-seemingly coherent logic of be read against itself—its meaning isn’t
Sometimes I think, Well, I’m not the gender, order, and discourse that you controlled by its creators.
biological parent, but I think everybody have grown accustomed to, that has Later work on mourning was in-
feels that way. He’s not a reflection of been made natural to you—no, through spired by Freud but also by what But-
me or on me. I’m constantly getting to which you, your gender, has been made ler witnessed during the AIDS crisis,
know him. It’s really important to keep to seem natural.” when the grief of those losing their lov-
that question open: Who are you? Don’t For a time, Butler fought back, de- ers and life partners was ignored and
fill it in too quickly.” fending their style. Now they shrug, and dismissed. Butler explored mourning as
joke: “Sorry about the sentences.” a political act in a series of books, be-
he author of “Gender Trouble” be- What they don’t shrug off is that, as ginning with “Precarious Life” (2004),
T came an icon of another form of
trouble in the decade after the book’s
Butler says of their early books, “I was
not good on trans.” Almost from the
a work that considered which 9/11 deaths
were publicly commemorated in media
publication. Here was a thinker who beginning, there were critics who ob- (the married, the educated, the property-
was highly visible and yet wrote in the jected to Butler’s depiction of transness owning) and which were likely to be
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omitted (the poor, the undocumented, we’d have the resources we need to Butler had rented a house, which was
the queer, the Iraqis, the Afghans). “Pre- defeat, deflate—” high on a hill. The small terrace was
carious Life” also marked a turn to- “But it’s one imagination up against smothered in plants. “Are you here?”
ward writing about Palestine, and the another,” Rankine said. “They’re win- Butler called into a dark bedroom. Their
development of a specifically Jewish ning. Because they’ve tapped into the son had been visiting, but he was out,
critique of Zionism and Israeli policy, subterranean fears.” spending the night with friends on a
informed by Butler’s reading of Mar- “We can tap into desire—” beach in Santa Cruz. “He expands into
tin Buber and Hannah Arendt. In “Part- “No, you can’t tap into desire, be- nature,” Butler said. “He bounds.”
ing Ways” (2012), Butler wrote about cause the church has forbidden desire. Butler’s bathing suit hung in the
a Jewish obligation to enshrine the You have to tap into fear, but a differ- bathroom, drying from the morning’s
rights of refugees and to cohabitate ent one.” swim. Their hair was combed back. I
with non-Jews. A set of arguments At the event, Rankine read from a recalled the child in Max’s home video,
about whose lives matter was elabo- work in progress, “Triage,” and spoke swimming into their father’s arms; how
rated in “Antigone’s Claim” (2000), about falling and feeling, about the rest he had slicked back the child’s hair.
“Frames of War: When Is Life Griev- required for action. “I’m sixty-seven,” Butler said. “He
able?” (2009), “Notes Toward a Perfor- “I do think you change people’s was sixty-eight when he died.”
mative Theory of Assembly” (2015), minds not just by your good arguments Butler’s father spent his last decade
and a book on the pandemic, “What but by your poetry and the collabora- suffering from Parkinson’s and Alzhei-
World Is This?” (2022). tive work you do in the arts,” Butler mer’s. To this day, his death has remained
It’s a signature of Butler’s work that told her in the onstage conversation. “a kind of shocking devastation,” But-
each book responds to critique and “We do need to reach people where ler told me. They did a bit of arithme-
subtly re-angles their ideas. “The flip they are shaken or where they are fear- tic. “Thirteen years till eighty.”
side to the misunderstanding and dis- ing destruction, or where we are fear- “I do keep going back to gender,
tortion of the work is Butler’s own am- ing collapse or feeling collapse.” even though I feel so exhausted by it
bivalence to the work being admired At a lunch afterward with colleagues, and wanting very much to be liberated
and used,” the Belgian philosopher Mi- Butler and Rankine talked about the from it,” Butler said. “There’s a history
chel Feher told me. “There’s something struggle to move beyond despair and of handling it in extreme isolation,
jazzy about it, because recurrent themes find what Butler called “generative po- without a vocabulary or a community.
keep coming back, coming back, com- tential.” Critical theory is not, for But- It is important for me to be part of
ing back. But each time there’s a dif- ler, a matter of taking things apart, but that vocabulary and community, and
ference in the repetition. People can it is a matter of taking time. It enables say this thing that I say throughout
think that they’re parroting back what them to share with others what phi- ‘Who’s Afraid of Gender?,’ that peo-
they heard or read and Judith will say, losophy has allowed them to do and ple have a right to move and breathe
‘No, it’s not exactly like that.’” feel. “Philosophy for me has always and love, or to walk the streets with-
been a way of ordering things,” they out fear of violence.”
ow do you escape the role of phan- have said. It’s a way of “making things After this year’s frantic travel and ex-
H tasm? It’s not enough to point out
the incoherence of the arguments that
less dramatic so that I can see.” The
new book, too, aims to drain the drama
posure, though, Butler has been think-
ing that it might be time to step back,
frame gender as an indoctrination, But- from its subject. maybe move away, “keeping the books
ler thinks. What’s required is to con- Some of Butler’s allies are impatient that are most important to me.”
ceive of a “counter-imaginary,” a more with their patience. “I worry that we “Something comes along, we all know
compelling alternative. have run out of time to be this sober,” that,” they said. “Will it be my heart?
With a grant from the Mellon Foun- the historian Jules Gill-Peterson, who Will it be my lungs? Will it be early
dation, Butler has helped arrange has written a book chronicling hostil- dementia? Will it be something else
public dialogues about these questions. ity toward trans women, told me. This that I can’t imagine?”
Before one such event, on a winter year, legislators throughout the U.S. Butler made tea. The doors and win-
morning in Berkeley, Claudia Rankine have already introduced more than five dows were thrown open, and the little
waved hello, with a hand wrapped up hundred bills restricting trans rights. house filled with bright morning light.
in a thick white bandage, asking if we Gill-Peterson added, “At what point They talked about the Kafka book
knew that the origin of the word “col- does that reasonableness and generos- they’d put off to write “Who’s Afraid
lapse” was “fall together.” ity, so characteristic of Butler, deacti- of Gender?” Kafka, they’ve explained,
She and Butler waited together off- vate the reader’s political activation?” has this idea of a figure—“a fugitive fig-
stage. Their conversation had the feel ure, eluding capture”—who vanishes
of a practiced volley; they tested an idea, day after the event with Rankine, into pure line and motion.
added a little spin, sent it back.
“That’s what the Mellon wants,
A Butler was still mulling. They
hadn’t left the event with the sense of
“I snuck eight pages in the other day,”
Butler said. “I was in it and nowhere
they’re trying to get the public to imag- lift they’d hoped for. “I just think it’s a else. No voices were coming in to tell
ine freedom,” Butler said. “If we could public obligation to offer some way of me it was good or bad. I was just fol-
only have a strong public imagination, holding out for what will sustain us.” lowing the thought.” 
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HOROSCOPES WRITTEN
BY MY MOTHER
BY BESS KALB

Aquarius ing with your sense of purpose. Now is


Your zodiac alignment this month is the perfect time to heed that warning,
governed by Venus, the planet of intu- just like how Bess should absolutely see
ition, something my daughter Bess a dermatologist about the spot on her
seems to lack. Perhaps if she weren’t an back that developed during her preg-
air sign she would see a pulmonologist nancy. I know she says it’s just a “skin
about her goddam cough before she tag” that her general practitioner (who
bursts a blood vessel in her eye. It sounds saw her on Zoom, by the way) says is
like bronchitis, which can turn into “normal,” but the approaching vernal
pneumonia if you don’t stay on top of equinox means it’s possibly Cancer.
Join The New Yorker’s
it. While she’s at it, she should see an
allergist, too. It could be all the dust in Capricorn editor, David Remnick,
her apartment from those horrible sea- Your earth-sign alignment is keeping for in-depth interviews
grass carpets that were so trendy about you grounded, while capricious Nep-
and thought-provoking
three years ago and now make the place tune is on the cusp, so look out for forces
look like a West Elm took over a trying to destabilize you. Like Bess’s discussions about politics,
Tommy Bahama. new friend Liz, who invited Bess’s fam- culture, and the arts.
ily to rent a ski house with her family
Leo next winter. You know a fun way to spend
With Saturn rising in your heart chakra, Presidents’ Day weekend? Not staring
you might feel the astrological pull of at an X-ray in some E.R. in the mid-
stubbornness in your sixth house. Like dle of Vermont going, “Can you at least
when Bess was in labor and waited save one of his legs?”
thirteen hours before she got the epi-
dural. That poor anesthesiologist—she Gemini
sent him away twice before admitting With Mars ascendant on the eastern
to herself and everyone within a five- horizon, Gemini is poised to help you
mile radius of Mt. Sinai that she exceed expectations and reach new
needed the drugs. Why try to be a heights of success this month. Just like
hero? This is a girl who acts like she’s when Bess’s little brother Will tested
been to war if she gets a middle seat out of the math class in his high school
on a five-hour flight. and they had to bus him to the local
college just so he wouldn’t be bored out
LUCI GUTIÉRREZ

Aries of his mind. No matter how hard she


Your Virgo full moon is leaving you tried, Bess never got a math grade higher
feeling unmoored this month, and the than A-minus. Which was, to put it
planetary pull of Mercury is interfer- diplomatically, generous. 
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OUR LOCAL CORRESPONDENTS thing that simply doesn’t work anymore,”
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nash Malhotra, an architect who has done
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hotel. “He is not making housing for the
homeless,” Malhotra said. “But I often
joke among my employees that what we
do is slums for the rich.”
One day in December, I went to the
financial district and joined Berman in
the stark white lobby of 55 Broad Street,
a thirty-story former office tower that
was built in 1967 by Emery Roth & Sons.
Berman has started converting it into
five hundred and seventy-one apartments,
many of them studios aimed at profes-
sionals just out of college. Scaffolding
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prisoning a Starbucks by the entrance.
Berman dresses to understated effect. He
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Brunello Cucinelli vest, Loro Piana
sweater, John Lobb shoes—and carried
Nathan Berman’s firm has added thousands of units to New York’s housing stock. nothing in his hands but his phone.
He was overhauling 55 Broad Street
here are about a thousand real-estate not much of a feat, though, to redo an under complicated conditions: it still had
T developers in New York City. Na-
than Berman is one of them, and he’s
industrial space that has a rudimentary
interior. Berman is more excited by the
office tenants inside. The day we visited,
five of the floors were still occupied by
become rich doing it. But, he told me transformation of huge, obsolete office companies that had not yet left. (One, a
recently, “I never built a building from towers into warrens of one- and two- property-management outfit called Sol-
scratch, and never wanted to.” Instead, bedroom apartments. He compares the stice Residential Group, even sued to
Berman, who is sixty-four, specializes in effort to extract as much residential rental stay, but ultimately settled and moved
taking existing structures and convert- space as possible out of such buildings nearby.) Every so often, an office worker
SOURCE PHOTOGRAPH BY KLAUS VEDFELT / GETTY

ing them into apartments, a useful trick to solving a Rubik’s Cube. rushed through the lobby, looking as
in a city that’s always starved for hous- Since 1997, Berman, through his firm, lonely as a ghost. The entrance was reno-
ing—and newly wary of the five-day-a- Metro Loft Management, has turned vated twenty years ago by the building’s
week office routine. In 2017, he converted eight Manhattan office towers into rental- original owners—the Rudin family, a
443 Greenwich Street, a former ware- apartment complexes, adding some five New York real-estate powerhouse—and
house and book bindery in Tribeca, built thousand units to the city’s housing stock. featured a revolving door, white marble
in 1883, into a luxury condo; among the His company has just signed a contract walls, harsh Kubrickian lighting, and a
celebrities who now own apartments for the largest conversion yet in the United long security credenza. Berman said that
there are Harry Styles and Jake Gyllen- States: Pfizer’s former headquarters, on he would put in a hinged door, lower the
haal. (The building was designed to be East Forty-second Street, will be refash- lighting, cover the walls with wood pan-
“paparazzi-proof,” so it features an under- ioned to house about fifteen hundred elling, add a fireplace and an inviting
ground parking area with a valet.) It’s apartments. Berman has no patience for couch or two, and install wide stairs that
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flowed down to amenity rooms on the Berman has helped show desperate The result at 55 Broad was a dark
floor below. “Walking into the building office-tower owners a way out. Although curtain-wall tower with windows and
will seem like walking into a lounge that fewer people may want to work in Man- brown panels spaced between thick steel
people are hanging out in,” he told me. hattan, more than enough still want to pinstripes. Deep rectangular floors were
“And you just happen to be one of the live there. The over-all vacancy rate for set back every ten stories, creating a three-
people that lives here.” apartments in the city is now 1.4 per tiered wedding cake. Two renovations
cent—the tightest market in fifty years. followed over the decades, but the build-
mong white-collar workers, the The reasons that the city’s work and res- ing remained what it had always been:
A covid-19 pandemic led to a pro-
found shift: even when it became safe to
idential fortunes have not moved in step
are various. “There is only one New York,”
a dull stack of boxes.
Shortly after the Rudins built the
return to the office, many employees pre- Berman told me. “Culture, diversity, busi- tower, they attracted as its anchor tenant
ferred to work remotely. Nationwide, of- ness, technology, medicine, education— Goldman Sachs, which was then in a
fices are only about fifty per cent full. all in one small island.” New York re- period of wild ascent. Four years after
Since 2019, according to a recent aca- mains a place where many ambitious the building opened, a Times reporter
demic study, downtown street foot traf- young people go to start their careers, if dropped by Goldman and excitedly de-
fic has fallen by an average of twenty-six not to stay, and this demographic is ideal scribed an “assemblage of young men
per cent in America’s fifty-two biggest for the hotel-style conversions for which with longish haircuts and bright colored
cities. Urban theorists describe a phe- office towers are most suitable. More- shirts” on a trading floor that “rips with
nomenon called the “doom loop”: once over, Berman said, “young people are so- action.” Goldman was so successful that
workers stop filling up downtown of- cial—they don’t want to sit in the mid- it eventually built its own building, two
fices, the stores and restaurants that serve dle of a forest on a Zoom call.” blocks south, leaving 55 Broad half empty.
them close, which in turn makes the area Converting offices into apartments In 1985, Drexel Burnham Lambert, the
even emptier. And who wants to work won’t be a panacea for New York’s real- firm that pioneered the junk bond, moved
somewhere with no services? In St. Louis, estate titans: there is simply too much in. Within five years, it had fallen under
whole swaths of the downtown business square footage that is going unused, and indictment and gone bankrupt, forcing
district are vacant. Not long ago, the this will be a problem as long as com- the Rudins to scramble again. The fam-
A.T. & T. Tower, one of the city’s mar- panies continue switching to smaller ily spent millions to make 55 Broad into
quee properties, which was sold for two premises. Berman told me, “If we ulti- a state-of-the-art tech hub, borrowing
hundred and five million dollars in 2006, mately absorb twenty per cent of the of- strategies from “Being Digital,” by the
was off-loaded for $3.6 million. fice space, that would be optimistic.” But, nineties tech guru Nicholas Negroponte.
In New York, the rebound has been he added, conversions will energize neigh- Broadband was installed on every floor,
stronger. On Wall Street, where numer- borhoods that otherwise would be among and for a time the mid-century struc-
ous executives have expressed sharp im- the worst hit, like the financial district. ture was “one of the most wired in the
patience with remote work—David Sol- There, Berman foresees apartments re- world,” according to Forbes. This incar-
omon, the C.E.O. of Goldman Sachs, placing half the empty offices. nation lasted until the dot-com bust of
has called it an “aberration” that undercuts 2000, when many of 55 Broad’s tenants
the company’s “collaborative apprentice- he tower at 55 Broad Street has spent went under or moved out. In the next
ship culture”—foot traffic has returned
to eighty per cent of its pre-pandemic
T most of its existence as an unlov-
able building in an unlivable neighbor-
decade, terabytes replaced gigabytes, and
the number of servers that a cutting-edge
level. But on Mondays and Fridays many hood. In the Art Deco era, the architec- tech firm needed could have taken up
Manhattan towers become as sparsely tural firm founded by Emery Roth was an entire warehouse. In 2014, plans were
populated as an Edward Hopper paint- an innovator—it designed the San Remo leaked for a proposed fifty-three-story
ing. Some company accountants have and the Beresford apartment buildings, replacement at 55 Broad, but it was never
started to see the rental of large office on Central Park West—but by the late built. A lot of time and money is required
spaces—which in New York can cost nineteen-sixties it was known for maxi- to safely dismantle a thirty-story tower
more than three hundred dollars per mizing rentable office space above all else. on a narrow, busy street.
square foot—as a colossal waste. In lower At 55 Broad, which is right around the Six years later, the pandemic hollowed
Manhattan, major renters such as Spot- corner from the Stock Exchange, two ad- out the city, particularly the business dis-
ify and Meta have begun shrinking their joining ten-story structures came down tricts. By July, 2023, the Rudins had con-
footprints, vacating entire floors that to make way for a much taller new build- cluded that 55 Broad—then only sixty
once bustled with employees. For the ing. It was a time of rapid growth on per cent rented—had no future as an of-
past three years, about twenty-two per Wall Street—between 1958 and 1973, the fice tower. They sold most of their in-
cent of office space in New York has gone amount of office space downtown dou- terest in the building to Berman, keep-
unrented—that’s a hundred million va- bled. The design ethos was “do your own ing a small part so they could observe
cant square feet, the equivalent of nearly thing.” “This is not the Renaissance, or how he handled conversions. (Silverstein
thirty-five Empire State Buildings. For an age of uniform standards of beautiful Properties, which rebuilt the World Trade
the owners of half-empty towers, it’s be- buildings,” a member of the City Plan- Center, also became a partner in the proj-
come increasingly apparent that a new ning Commission explained to the Times ect.) The decision to convert to residen-
financial strategy is needed. in 1973. “No one agrees on anything.” tial was a hard one for the Rudins. “We
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don’t like selling our buildings,” Bill along the ceiling were coated with intu- narrow, smaller floors that divided eas-
Rudin, one of the chairs of the family’s mescent paint, a fire-resistant covering ily into apartments, and because they
company, told me. “That’s kind of a man- that looks like bubbling-hot marshmal- were built before air-conditioning they
tra for us.”The opportunity to learn from low. When I stood at the center of the often had courtyards or ventilation shafts.
Berman was a big factor: “We wanted building, the windows were so far away You therefore didn’t have to create odd
to see the maestro, like a front-row seat that they looked almost like portholes. layouts to give bedrooms some sun. (Nat-
to see Leonard Bernstein.” Berman gave me a detailed tour of ural light tends to peter out about thirty
The sale price for 55 Broad was $172.5 the thirteenth floor. In his business, a feet into a building’s interior.) Prewar
million. The construction loan was set crucial metric for turning a profit is the buildings were also full of setbacks, which
at two hundred and twenty million dol- time lag between borrowing construc- could become private terraces, and they
lars. The total cost of the project—nearly tion money and renting out units. So he had oak-panelled elevators that felt
four hundred million dollars—was con- works fast. Just four months had passed homey. I had recently visited the first
siderable, but replacing the office tower since Berman, Silverstein, and Rudin such building to undergo a major office-
with a new building, Berman told me, had closed their deal, but the thirteenth to-residence conversion in the financial
would have cost “well over six hundred floor already felt like part of a new apart- district, 55 Liberty Street, which long
million.” (Upgrading it in the hope of ment complex. Workers were measur- served as the headquarters of Sinclair
attracting new office tenants, according ing, drilling, staple-gunning. Metal track Oil Corporation. An architect named
to Berman, would have cost roughly had been laid down where new walls Joseph Pell Lombardi had converted the
eighty million dollars.) And, because of would go, and a few drywall panels had building in 1980. I checked out the apart-
zoning reforms, no new building would already been installed—they were cov- ment of one of the first purchasers, on
be allowed to overwhelm a Manhattan ered in a playful-looking purple glaze, the twenty-third floor. The view was
street the way the hulking towers of the to make them resistant to mold. “It’s a magnificent in three directions, the vista
postwar period did. A developer who little bit more expensive,” Berman said. broken only by the gargoyles that the
constructed a tower the same height as “But we don’t want any issues down the original architect, Henry Ives Cobb, had
55 Broad would likely have to sacrifice road.” On one piece of drywall, “Apt. 10” mounted on the Gothic Revival façade.
twenty per cent of the rentable space. was scratched in pen. There was even a Looking down from one window, I saw
Early in the conversion process, Ber- handsome tub in a bathroom without the august Federal Reserve Bank, with
man’s construction team removed the walls, like a guest who’d arrived too early its vaults full of gold bars. The view
fluorescent-tube lighting and the dropped for a party. matched the fantasy we all have of liv-
PVC ceilings. Then workers knocked Renters are now used to the layouts ing in New York. As the architect Rob-
down the drywall that had once delin- of chain hotels, where there’s one win- ert A. M. Stern told the Times in 1996,
eated corner offices, windowless offices, dow by the bed, so Berman’s bathrooms “Who doesn’t want to live in a sky-
rest rooms, mop closets. “We do a very and kitchens didn’t need to be sunny, and scraper? Everybody in movies lives in
thorough gut renovation,” Berman told the kitchens could have a minimal foot- apartments on the top of Manhattan.”
me. “We literally take everything out.” print. “Our demographic doesn’t cook,” But few towers like 55 Liberty remain
At 55 Broad, the result was nearly four he said. He referred to the other rooms available for conversion in the financial
hundred thousand square feet of raw without windows as “home offices.” Now district. What are left are postwar struc-
space, with a potential to generate more that working from home was common, tures—many with deep, dark interiors,
than thirty million dollars in rental in- I observed, such spaces were likely to get low ceilings, and scant visual appeal.
come annually. But Berman still had a a lot of use. He smiled, then said that Berman did what he could to add com-
major puzzle to solve: If no one wanted many would wind up as bedrooms. This fort to such buildings while holding on
to work in a glum, out-of-date building, is technically forbidden, because in New to his wallet. He could repurpose extra
why would anyone want to live there? York City every bedroom must have a elevator shafts as garbage chutes, for
window that can be opened, but it’s a example. In one building, he turned
n the lobby at 55 Broad, Berman widespread practice nonetheless. Berman elevator-shaft spaces into foyers for a
Iingpressed the Up button. “This build-
is way over-elevatored,” he said. Soon,
laid out a rental scenario: “Imagine two
or three Goldman Sachs associates who
line of apartments.
The double-height mechanical floor
five elevators would be torn out. Apart- came to New York just after college and of 55 Broad, which once contained giant
ment buildings, he explained, generally want a little bit more spending money.” heating and cooling systems, would be
need fewer than half the elevators that (In real-estate ads, a one-bedroom with turned into two floors of apartments.
office buildings do. “Residents don’t mind a windowless office is often called a “con- Residents would be provided with com-
waiting twenty seconds more for the el- vertible two-bedroom.”) pact HVAC units under certain windows,
evator,” he said. Berman told me that he could repur- as in a motel. These units required much
A visit to the sixth floor offered a pose any office building to residential if less space than the old systems, and were
bleak sight—it was an empty, dark space the sale price was right. But he acknowl- far more energy-efficient. Berman noted
half the size of a football field, inter- edged that 55 Broad posed special chal- that 55 Broad would be the first all-
rupted only by steel support beams and lenges. Until the mid-twenty-tens, office- electric, emission-free apartment build-
rusted copper waste pipes. The floor was tower conversions in Manhattan mostly ing in Manhattan. This was not only
unsealed concrete, and transverse beams involved prewar buildings. These had environmentally beneficial; it also saved
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him the cost of inserting thousands of
feet of piping into concrete floors. It was
but one example of how Berman’s mon-
etary interest and the common good
conveniently aligned. We looked out a
window at an adjacent nondescript of-
fice building, and he saw prey. “That’s
going to be that way for maybe three to
five more years,” he predicted. “That
building will be converted, too.”
Adaptive reuse is a form of recycling,
a point that Berman often makes. Ac-
cording to a recent paper by the National
Bureau of Economic Research, convert-
ing an out-of-date office building into
an apartment complex can increase its
energy efficiency by as much as eighty
per cent. (In a residential building, not
everyone blasts the air-conditioning 24/7.)
According to a report by the Arup Group,
an engineering firm, converting a Man- “Let me read to you from a recently fictionalized version of the procedure...”
hattan office tower releases, on average,
less than half the carbon that building
one from scratch does.
• •
As expensive as these projects may
seem, the cheaper cost of repurposing an less attention to these things,” he said. top of the building—he gained four floors
old building can allow rental prices to New York renters don’t have much and a roof with a pool. “If I couldn’t have
be set lower than they would be in a new choice, anyway. “We’ve never had this done that, I wouldn’t have had cost-
one. Berman estimated the minimum kind of imbalance between demand efficient units,” he said.
monthly rent for a studio apartment in and supply before,” Berman said, with
a new lower-Manhattan building at well the pleasure of a person who likes his he architects for 55 Broad are John
over four thousand dollars, whereas a odds. The vacancy rate in the five or T Cetra and his spouse and profes-
comparable apartment in 55 Broad will so buildings that he currently owns is sional partner, Nancy J. Ruddy. They are
go for about thirty-five hundred. Al- about one and a half per cent. He es- well respected in the industry, but they
though this is a considerable sum for one timated that all the units at 55 Broad are not starchitects, a type that Berman
person, it’s not especially expensive by would be rented within six months of has no time for. “A young-professional
Manhattan standards, and, as Berman going on the market. renter isn’t going to pay me more money
acknowledged, many of his units will end A few of Berman’s redevelopment because my building was designed by Nor-
up being shared. schemes have been more architecturally man Foster,” he told me. One day, Cetra
He stressed to me that he is not adventurous. In 2017, he worked with and Ruddy met me at 55 Broad. Cetra de-
particularly interested in what goes on Avinash Malhotra to convert 180 Water scribed the back-and-forth that he and
inside the apartments, or in what the Street, also in the financial district. The Berman have on their projects. (55 Broad
tenant experience is like. “A renter is not building, like 55 Broad, was a thick rect- is their sixth.) Berman sketches out a plan
a condominium owner,” he told me sev- angular slab designed by Emery Roth & first, then passes it to Cetra. “He wants
eral times. He isn’t trying to re-create Sons, and had interior spaces more than to make it more efficient,” Cetra said. “I
443 Greenwich Street, his celebrity- seventy feet long. Berman could have want to make it a little better. ‘Nathan,
friendly condo development, with its rented out these extra-long apartments let’s give this foyer a bit more room.’ ”
wine cellar and tiled hammam. “Our pro- as they were, but instead he decided to Whereas Berman focusses on the ar-
file is a young person,” he said. “Maybe remove the core of the building, where chitect Cass Gilbert’s definition of the
twenty-four, twenty-five, who stays one mechanical equipment was taking up skyscraper as a “machine that makes the
or two years, maybe three. They’re not space, thereby creating a courtyard and land pay,” Cetra and Ruddy emphasize
committing.” His clients are in the city- cutting the apartment layouts down to pleasure. Cetra showed me his floor plan
hopping phase of life: “ ‘O.K., next year, normal length. Though such a restruc- for 55 Broad: apartments curled around
the year is up and I’m going because I turing had never been tried before, he apartments like frolicsome seals. He ex-
need to be in Boston, or I need to be in took the risk, at a cost of several million plained that he and Ruddy always sought
Chicago, or I’m going to San Francisco.’” dollars. The result gave tenants more the “wow factor,” adding, “Ideally, in as
Berman had considered improving light, he said, but that was incidental. many apartments as you can, when you
55 Broad’s dated façade, but decided that New York City law permitted him to open the door you see light and you walk
it was money poorly spent. “Renters pay add the removed square footage to the toward light.” Shiny wood floors would
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have heightened this effect, but, Cetra space. It wasn’t square, it wasn’t a rect- they had designed, once disappeared en-
noted a bit sheepishly, the floors at 55 angle, it had all kinds of bizarre edges tirely. “It turned out it was a construc-
Broad would be covered in something and weird corners.”) tion worker who had grown up without
called “vinyl plank flooring.” Wood scuffs One feature would be standard at 55 books,” Ruddy said. “So I replaced them.”
too easily in a building where people are Broad: a washer and dryer. “People do “They’re good books,” Cetra added.
constantly moving in and out, and, Cetra their laundry in their pajamas or their We went to 55 Broad’s roof, where
said, vinyl flooring was getting better. underwear while they’re watching tele- we stood in front of a long, empty con-
“They’re able to create patterns that don’t vision,” Ruddy explained. In the base- crete pit. Ruddy pulled out an iPad to
repeat,” he said. ment, public space that might otherwise show me a rendering of a future pool:
Ruddy said that it was fun to fit be devoted to a large communal laundry eleven by forty-five feet, set off by a
apartment layouts into the constraints room would be aimed at helping tenants dozen deck chairs facing east and a taste-
set by an office tower’s shape—each meet one another. Small apartments make ful border of shrubs to increase, as Ruddy
unit had “the intricacy of a watch.” people want amenities, and amenities said, “connectivity with nature.” There
She recounted a notable success for make people accept small apartments. was what looked to me like a pool house
which they’d won an award. In 2014, The new generation expects post-college but turned out to be “an indoor-out-
while converting the former Flatotel, life to resemble college. “We’re in an door working space.”
on Fifty-second Street, into condos, amenities war,” Ruddy said. All the build- The 55 Broad tower is four hundred
they had reconfigured an old loading ings converted in the financial district feet tall, but in the financial district that
dock—a concrete area where trucks are full of co-working spaces, gyms, and makes it midsize. I pointed out that rem-
parked and dumpsters were stored— plush couches. nant workers in the neighboring towers
into a new mid-block entrance. “We cre- One of Cetra and Ruddy’s signature could easily peek out their office win-
ated this sort of magical lobby out of it,” moves, they told me, is to adorn a pub- dows and observe whatever action was
Ruddy said. “I don’t think anyone had lic space with a modular shelving unit ripping on 55 Broad’s rooftop. Cetra said,
ever converted a loading dock before.” that contains small sculptures and ce- “That’s part of the fun!”
Cetra jabbed at his floor plan for 55 ramics that “feel like they could have
Broad to amplify the point: “If this were been picked up on a trip overseas.” The n the late seventies, my father and
a new building, every one-bedroom would
be exactly the same. But look here. This
architects also include a pile of art books—
“Jazzlife,” “Helmut Newton: Work,” a
Iseparated.
mother, an Upper West Side couple,
My father, a corporate lawyer,
is a one-bedroom, that’s a studio, that’s book of Ai Weiwei’s installations. I ob- had long worked at 77 Water Street, a
a one-bedroom studio, and every one has jected that these seemed like the sorts of steel-and-glass-curtain edifice, designed
different proportions.” (A resident of 20 books people never actually read, but they by Emery Roth, that still functions as an
Broad Street, an earlier project that Cetra disagreed. Tenants did pull them down. office building. A few years later, he
and Ruddy developed with Berman, com- In fact, Cetra and Ruddy told me, the moved into a nearby one-bedroom apart-
plained to Bloomberg News last year books at AVA DoBro, a new apartment ment, in one of the first converted office
about her studio: “It was a very awkward building in downtown Brooklyn that towers. It was a prewar building, and the
impressive lobby made you feel as though
you were heading for an appointment
with Mr. Morgan. For my father, the
short walk to work, after a professional
lifetime of taking the 2 or 3 train up and
down Manhattan’s spine, was a pleasure.
The apartment had a kitchen he didn’t
use, and it was on a high floor. On the
nights I stayed with him, we would look
out at neighboring towers’ brightly illu-
minated interiors, the cleaners slowly ad-
vancing through each floor, emptying the
wastebaskets. He told me that he liked
the feeling of being a lumberjack going
to sleep in the middle of his forest.
Back then, there were no restaurants
or stores open after business hours, not
even a Blimpie. Joseph Pell Lombardi’s
son, Michael, who grew up at 55 Liberty
Street—the building next to the Federal
Reserve—also remembers the streets
being empty at night, with guards mov-
ing pallets of gold bars. “It all seemed
“For the last time—because it’s relaxing and romantic!” incredibly casual,” Michael remembered.
“There was no one around, only me, a ings built before certain years—1977 or a vacuum cleaner, or buy something
kid, imagining how easy it would be just below Murray Street, and 1961 for the you’d run out of: tampons, Tide Pods,
to take one of them.” rest of Manhattan—because they can Doritos. It was a clever way to both jus-
Census figures from 1970 show that be converted without special variances. tify small closets—“Nathan believes in
just eight hundred and thirty-three peo- (Conversions have long been restricted very compact closets,” Ruddy told me—
ple lived south of Chambers Street. By in Manhattan because sudden popu- and monetize how people live now.
the time I began visiting my father’s place, lation surges in residential neighbor- “These people want to snack at night,”
there were more—but not many. “The hoods can crowd schools and over- Berman said.
jury is still out,” Henry Robbins, an ex- whelm public transport.) “Life is short,” Afterward, I walked out into the early
pert on real-estate trends, told the Times he told me. “I don’t want to wait two FiDi night. I turned onto Exchange Place,
in 1996, in an article about living in the or three years for rezoning.” A current where I passed crowds of tourists taking
financial district. “The area dies at night. zoning-change proposal, which Mayor pictures of Kristen Visbal’s “Fearless Girl”
It needs a neighborhood, a community.” Eric Adams supports, would allow any statue. Various restaurants were filling
Thanks in part to Berman, the finan- building in New York built before 1990 up, from beer halls like Trinity Place to
cial district now has enough population to be converted. It would add to the steak houses like the recently renovated
density to feel like a proper New York pool of potential apartments nearly as Delmonico’s. Stone Street was now a
neighborhood. His office at 40 Wall Street much office space as there is in all of sort of food court, and I could have picked
is on the seventeenth floor, and he can Philadelphia. Berman hopes that the up groceries at a Whole Foods just north
see five of his converted towers out the zoning change will become law by the of Exchange Place. (My father would
window. Within just a few blocks of 55 end of the year. have had to go to the Village to get gro-
Broad, he has turned 20 Exchange Place, After we left 55 Broad, Berman took ceries, if he’d wanted any.) The street life
63 Wall Street, 67 Wall Street, 180 Water me on a tour of two of his other prop- died out at Chambers Street, where gov-
Street, and 20 Broad Street into apartment erties. We started down the street, at 20 ernment offices stood dark and empty.
buildings. He is currently working on 25 Broad, once a part of the Stock Exchange. It was as if the original Dutch settle-
Water Street, the former headquarters of We briefly visited an apartment, but the ment had been re-created, back when
J. P. Morgan, which, after the Pfizer build- showpiece was the sub-lobby level. There Wall Street had a wall.
ing, will be the second-largest conversion was a commercial-size gym replete with In a 2022 Glassdoor post, a user called
to date in the United States, with Cetra punching bags, elliptical trainers, free- McKinsey Consultant asked, “Should I
and Ruddy helping him design thirteen weight racks, and rows of treadmills. An- live in FiDi?” The responses included a
hundred units. Crain’s New York Business other room held pool tables, and a third lot of cheering for the rooftop pools and
has called Berman “the king of FiDi.” was a library graced with one of Cetra the great views. But a user called IBM1
He enjoys his stature as a local po- and Ruddy’s modular shelving units. No- advised living somewhere else. “It’s such
tentate. He began his conversion busi- body seemed older than thirty-five. Down a soulless neighborhood,” IBM1 wrote.
ness in the late nineties, after receiving the hall was a vault with heavy iron bars “Don’t be swayed by the ultra luxe build-
an eighty-thousand-dollar loan from his where bonds had once been stored. Rather ings.” It’s true that FiDi remains on the
father-in-law. For a time, Berman was an than pull the huge structure out, Cetra sterile side. It could use some parks, and its
outlier as a developer, focussing on a mar- and Ruddy had set up a co-working space inhabitants seem either new to the island
ket that others found too small or insuffi- in it. (“Tenants sometimes play poker or temporary. All those amenities in the
ciently profitable. Now he is turning away there now.”) As we left, Berman took buildings keep people within their con-
projects. David Marks, the executive at the massive door and swung it on its fines; if you have a Tulu dispensing ma-
Silverstein Properties who is developing massive hinges, eager to show me that chine in your basement, who needs to drop
55 Broad Street with Berman, said, “For it still worked. by a local hardware store or a pharmacy?
many years—and I’m quoting Nathan— We walked down Beaver and Pearl All the same, more than thirty thou-
he was the quirky monster that no one Streets to 180 Water Street, the building sand people now live in FiDi—and at
really understood, and now he’s the pret- from which Berman had removed the core. least some of them have begun to see it
tiest girl on the dance floor and everyone At the entrance, he said, “I will challenge as a permanent home. Berman told me
wants a dance with him.” Berman can you to show me any elements in this in- that, whereas more than half of his rent-
decide almost instantly—just by know- terior where you can point out and say, ers used to be apartment sharers, he ex-
ing the age and the location of a building ‘Gee, that’s really from the office period.’” pected the percentage at 55 Broad Street
and by glancing at Google Earth—if the I couldn’t. He boasted that he’d never lost to be closer to fifteen. This suggested to
place is ripe for conversion. “If the price that bet. In the elevator, we met a young him that families were moving in. He
per pound is right, I say, ‘Let’s go,’” he said. resident. She had a dog and said that she added that he recently ripped out a Ping-
Berman, who was born in Ukraine had been in the building for more than Pong room at 180 Water and turned it
and came to New York at the age of five years. Berman seemed disappointed. into a children’s play space. “We have
fourteen, is the child of a Holocaust sur- On the twelfth floor, near another sixty children in the building!” he said,
vivor, and the niche he occupies in the modular shelving unit, there was a bright- amazed. One was his grandson. His son,
city’s real-estate ecology makes sense for white machine labelled “Tulu: Your Smart who is the No. 2 at the firm, and his
an immigrant with a mistrust of gov- Rental Store.” Using your phone, you daughter-in-law moved in five years ago.
ernment. He focusses only on build- could rent household items like a toaster “They never left,” Berman said. 
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AMERICAN CHRONICLES

ON NATIVE GROUNDS
Deb Haaland faces the cruel history of the agency she now leads.
BY CASEY CEP

W
hen they would not let their fully realized the error of their evil ways race should be dead. Kill the Indian in
children be taken, they were and evinced in an unmistakable man- him, and save the man.”
taken instead. A hundred ner their determination to cease inter- The boarding-school system affected
and thirty years ago, nineteen men from ference with the plans of the govern- virtually every Indian family in the coun-
the Third Mesa of the Hopi Reserva- ment for the civilization and education try, including that of Deb Haaland, the
tion, in Arizona, were arrested for refus- of its Indian wards.” fifty-fourth Secretary of the Interior and
ing to surrender their sons and daugh- The Hopi were not alone. After an- the first Native American to serve as a
ters to soldiers who came for them armed nihilation and dispossession failed, the Cabinet secretary. Haaland’s grand-
with Hotchkiss guns. For years, the effort to “Americanize” Indians through mother Helen was eight years old when
United States had been trying to make the federal boarding-school system tar- a priest from Mission San José de La-
the Hopi send their children to federal geted every tribe in the country—a vast guna, in New Mexico, gathered children
boarding schools—the children some- family-separation policy that deliber- in the village of Mesita, some fifty miles
times as young as four, the schools some- ately deracinated generations of chil- west of Albuquerque, and put them on
times a thousand miles away. The intent dren. As one Indian school superinten- a train to Santa Fe, more than a hun-
and the effect of those boarding schools dent wrote in a report, “Only by complete dred miles away. In the five years that
was forced assimilation: once there, stu- isolation of the Indian child from his Helen spent at St. Catherine’s Indus-
dents were stripped of their Native names, savage antecedents can he be satisfacto- trial Indian School, a family member
clothing, and language and made to adopt rily educated.” From 1819 to 1969, the was able to visit her only twice—her fa-
Christian names, learn English, and aban- United States took hundreds of thou- ther, who worked as both a farmer and
don their traditional religion and culture. sands of children away from their par- a tribal policeman, left his fields and
Hopi parents had tried placating the ents, sending them to four hundred and flocks, loaded up his horse and wagon,
authorities, saying they would enroll eight schools across thirty-seven states. then rode for three days each way to
their children soon, then hiding them By 1926, more than eighty per cent of check on his young daughter.
whenever the soldiers returned. Indian school-age Indian children had been re- Haaland grew up hearing about St.
agents, meanwhile, had tried withhold- moved from their families. Catherine’s not only from her grand-
ing food and water from Hopi families The schools where those children mother but also from her mother, who
to force their compliance; when that studied were marked, from their found- was sent there as well. Each generation
failed, they turned to physical force in- ing, by reports of disease, physical abuse, had stories of hardship and separation.
stead, sending soldiers onto tribal lands sexual violence, and financial exploita- Now Haaland has made listening to
to round up all the school-age children. tion, as students were forced to work for similar stories a central part of her job.
But some parents continued to resist, neighboring farmers, homesteaders, and In the summer of 2021, just months after
and, in the fall of 1894, the U.S. Army businesses. At least five hundred chil- being sworn in as Secretary of the In-
made the arrests. The nineteen men, dren died while attending the schools, terior, she launched the Federal Indian
who were from Orayvi, one of the old- and at least fifty-three of the schools Boarding School Initiative to investi-
est continuously inhabited settlements have burial sites, filled with the bodies gate the schools—at the time, there was
in North America, were marched, with of children who were never returned to not so much as a comprehensive list of
their hands bound, a hundred and fifty their families. An extensive network of them, let alone a full roster of students—
miles to Fort Wingate, in New Mex- religious institutions also participated and to consult with tribes about how to
ico, then transported by horse, train, and in these travesties: the Catholic Church make amends for the harm that the
ferry to California, where they were im- operated more than a hundred Indian schools caused. After releasing an ini-
prisoned for nearly a year on Alcatraz boarding schools; dozens of others were tial report, in 2022, Haaland decided
Island. In a letter to the Secretary of run by the Society of Friends, the Pres- that archival research and internal in-
the Interior, the Commissioner of In- byterian Church, the United Methodist vestigations were not enough, and began
dian Affairs recommended holding Church, the Unitarian Church, and the convening listening sessions in Native
“those Indian prisoners in confinement Episcopal Church. The founder of the communities around the country so that
at hard labor until such time as in the Carlisle Indian Industrial School, in survivors and descendants could share
opinion of the said military authorities Pennsylvania, one of the earliest federal testimony. Each session opened with
who might be in charge of them, they institutions, told a conference of social Haaland acknowledging a bitter irony:
should show beyond a doubt, that they reformers, “All the Indian there is in the “My ancestors endured the horrors of
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“When I think about why I am really here,” Haaland says, “it’s like I’m here because the ancestors felt it was necessary.”
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stone mesas of the North San Mateo
Mountains, at the tail end of the Colo-
rado Plateau. “You know, when I think
about why I am really here,” she told me
recently, “it’s like I’m here because the
ancestors felt it was necessary. I can’t ex-
plain it any other way.”
“Here” means, among other things,
her office, where we are sitting and talking
one rainy winter afternoon. The office is
enormous: an oak mansion inside the
main Interior building, Federal Public
Works Project No. 4, a seven-story lime-
stone behemoth constructed in 1936. It
takes up two city blocks just a few hun-
dred feet from the White House, its pro-
digiousness and proximity the result of
the politicking and savvy of Harold Ickes,
the head of Interior under Franklin D.
Roosevelt. Ickes not only got himself the
largest office of any Cabinet secretary
but also got the building more than three
dozen New Deal-era murals, the first
radio studio in any government agency,
an entire museum on the first floor, and
air-conditioning. He even finagled an
“Rob, this is not the time to show off your chin-ups.” address to honor his department’s found-
ing: 1849 C Street.
Haaland, affable and unassuming, still
• • seems surprised to find herself occupy-
ing the office that Ickes built. But, in
the Indian boarding-school assimila- try’s relations with its first peoples, al- ways both obvious and subtle, she has
tion policies carried out by the same de- most no federal entity has been more made it her own. Paintings, photographs,
partment that I now lead.” culpable than Interior. Just fifteen years sculptures, and handicrafts that Haaland
Most Americans, if they think about before Haaland’s nomination, a federal chose from the collections of the Bureau
the Department of the Interior at all, judge, who had been appointed by Ron- of Indian Affairs and the Interior Mu-
likely think first of its natural-resource ald Reagan, called the department “the seum fill the otherwise austere room like
agencies: the National Park Service, the morally and culturally oblivious hand- sunlight. “Pretty much every artist in
Bureau of Land Management, the U.S. me-down of a disgracefully racist and here is Native American,” she said. After
Fish and Wildlife Service. But, to Haa- imperialist government that should have brewing tea in the sticker-covered travel
land and the nearly four million other been buried a century ago,” denouncing mug she takes everywhere, and making
Native Americans in this country, it is it as “the last pathetic outpost of the in- sure for the second time that I didn’t
best known for the Bureau of Indian Ed- difference and anglocentrism we thought want any myself, she settled us into a sit-
ucation, the Bureau of Indian Affairs, we had left behind.” In taking over the ting area near the fireplace and began
and the Bureau of Trust Funds Admin- department, Haaland, like all her prede- telling me about her family.
istration, which handles the billions of cessors, was tasked with overseeing one Haaland’s maternal grandparents,
dollars the federal government holds in of the most diverse and unruly agencies Helen and Antonio Toya, were from
trust for tribes, a financial arrangement in the federal government, so sprawling nearby pueblos but met at St. Cather-
dating back to some of the earliest ne- that it is sometimes called the Depart- ine’s Industrial Indian School. They were
gotiations of the Committee on Indian ment of Everything Else. She has also married in 1924 and moved into a rail-
Affairs, led by Benjamin Franklin during embraced a possibly impossible chal- road boxcar in Winslow, Arizona, where
the Continental Congress. In 1849, when lenge: not only running the Department the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe Rail-
Interior was founded, it took over man- of the Interior but redeeming it. road was offering Laguna Indians em-
agement of those treaty and trust obli- ployment in exchange for the miles of
gations, and it still manages the na- y her own count, Haaland is a thirty- track it had laid on their land. Antonio
tion-to-nation relationships between the
United States and its five hundred and
B fifth generation New Mexican. Her
Laguna ancestors came south into the
went to work as a boxcar painter and
then as a mechanic, and Helen became
seventy-four federally recognized tribes. Rio Grande Valley in the late thirteenth part of a female crew that cleaned die-
In the long, tragic saga of this coun- century, settling along the shale and sand- sel engines during the Second World
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War. Like many Laguna, the family with water they heated on the stove doing this for the rest of my life?’” Hours
briefly left their boxcar for a home that after carrying buckets from the only later, on her lunch break, she called her
was previously occupied by Japanese rail- well in the village, and they sometimes older sister Denise, crying, to ask for help
road workers who were sent away to in- slept together on the floor. Before bed- filling out a college application.
ternment camps, some of which were time, their mother would do last call for
established on reservations. the outhouse. Once they were ready for ore than sixty thousand people
The Toyas had four children. Their
youngest daughter, Mary, Haaland’s
bed, their grandmother would turn out
the only light in the house.
M work for Interior, nearly nine-
teen thousand of them in the National
mother, was a tomboy who kept score When Haaland was fourteen, her Park Service alone. The agency manages
for the Winslow Redskins, a baseball family moved to Albuquerque, where more than twenty per cent of this nation’s
team her father started. (He kept the her mother went to work as a secretary land—all told, more than half a billion
team going for long enough that Haa- for the Bureau of Indian Affairs, and the acres, plus two and a half billion that are
land remembers fetching foul balls for a children graduated one by one from submerged beneath the oceans on the
nickel apiece as a kid.) After finishing Highland High School. Haaland had outer continental shelves. Sally Jewell, the
high school, in 1954, Mary spent two been academically gifted, but upon fin- Interior Secretary during Barack Obama’s
years at Arizona State College, before ishing school, in 1978, she’d barely given second term, told me that running the
following her older brothers into the mil- a thought to what to do next. She went department was “like studying for a final
itary, enlisting in the U.S. Naval Reserve. to work full time at a local bakery where every night.” Some of the pressures are
While stationed at Treasure Island, in she’d been picking up shifts, for less than external. “There were thirty-five hundred
San Francisco Bay, she met John David two dollars an hour. Most accounts of lawsuits with my name on them,” Jewell
Haaland, the grandson of Norwegian Haaland’s life leave out the sometimes said. But many are internal. The agency
immigrants, who grew up on a farm in difficult, self-destructive years that fol- has eleven bureaus, which have widely
the Upper Midwest.To an outsider, what’s lowed. She tried the patience of the cou- different and sometimes dissonant man-
striking is the chasm between the cou- ple who owned the bakery by showing dates, leading to what Jewell called “mas-
ple’s two cultures, but Haaland finds her up late or not at all; she moved to Los sive conflicts within your own agency.”
way to the bridge: “He was from Min- Angeles, then abruptly returned; she de- By way of example, she cited a clash over
nesota and she was from Winslow—just veloped a drinking problem that resulted the Klamath River involving the Bu-
rural, small-town people who got to- in two D.U.I.s. She watched as her reau of Reclamation, which managed a
gether and realized they had something friends went away to college and her dam at the river’s headwaters; the U.S.
in common.” siblings found their way in the world. Fish and Wildlife Service, which mon-
Mary and John were married in 1958, Her sister Zoe got a nursing degree. Her itored the Chinook-salmon population;
and the third of their four children, brother, Judd, started his own construc- and the Bureau of Indian Affairs, which
Debra Anne, was born in 1960, while tion business. Her sister Denise got mar- was attempting to uphold its trust and
her father was stationed in Okinawa. ried and began a family. treaty obligations with tribes including
He went on to earn two Purple Hearts “With my dad’s career, the way I was the Klamath, the Yurok, and the Karuk.
and a Silver Star in Vietnam. During raised, you picked up and moved every Jewell initiated the removal of four other
his deployments and temporary duty couple of years,” Haaland told me. But dams on the river, one of the biggest wa-
assignments, Haaland’s mother would in her twenties that motion turned to ter-restoration efforts in American his-
bring the children back to her parents— tory. “We finally got that over the finish
at first to a house in Arizona, but soon line,” she said. “But definitely it can feel
to her mother’s ancestral homeland, in like losing a battle to win a war.”
Mesita, where they all lived together in Jewell was succeeded by President
a one-room stone dwelling. That house, Donald Trump’s first Interior Secretary,
which is smaller than the office where Ryan Zinke, who reported for duty by rid-
Haaland and I were talking, is one of ing down the National Mall on a horse
the few places she has ever thought of named Tonto, installed a taxidermied griz-
as home. Throughout her extremely zly bear in his office and the arcade game
peripatetic childhood—she attended Big Buck Hunter in the cafeteria, and
thirteen public schools in as many mere drift; like a lot of working people, then set about selling the mining rights
years—she spent summers and other she mostly got by. “You just put one foot to threatened-species habitats, overturn-
long spells getting a different kind of in front of the other,” she said. She got ing a coal-lease moratorium, and shrink-
education from her grandmother on the married, a relationship that would not ing national monuments. Trump’s second
Pueblo of Laguna. She and her siblings last, and watched as her parents’ mar- Interior Secretary, David Bernhardt, was
helped chop firewood, bake bread in a riage fell apart. Things changed one day a former agribusiness and oil-industry
mud oven, cook huge pots of beef posole when she was twenty-eight and putting lobbyist who hollowed out the Bureau of
and deer stew, and pluck worms from on a hairnet in the bathroom at the bak- Land Management by moving its head-
the stalks of corn in the fields during ery. “It was probably six in the morning,” quarters from Washington, D.C., to his
the summertime. Whatever the season, she told me. “And I looked in the mir- home state, Colorado.
they bathed in a galvanized washtub ror, and I was, like, ‘Am I going to be There was no question that change
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would come to Interior if Joe Biden de-
feated Trump, but no one knew how
dramatic that transformation would SECOND NATURE
be. The New Mexico senators Martin
Heinrich and Tom Udall were report- I lived
edly among the leading candidates for An invisible life.
the job. Both are Biden allies, and the Like wisteria
latter is the son of the storied Interior
Secretary Stewart L. Udall, for whom In winter,
the department’s main building is now I grew, broke
named. The elder Udall was nominated Through depths
by John F. Kennedy, and, during his
eight-year term, he fought for the pas- Nobody fathomed.
sage of some of the most significant en- I devoured wind,
vironmental legislation of the twenti- Wicked light
eth century, including the Wilderness
Act and the Clean Air Act. God invented.
When Biden was elected, Haaland I invented drama.
was serving her first term in Congress, Just because
representing New Mexico’s First Dis-
trict. She had endorsed Elizabeth War- Was reason
ren during the Democratic primary. She Enough. To hope
might never have been seriously consid- Against hope
ered for Interior were it not for activists
such as the writer Julian Brave Noise- I became
Cat. In the summer of 2020, NoiseCat— Terrible, terrifying, terrific—
who would later earn accolades for “Sug- By spring
arcane,” his documentary about the abuse
and disappearance of Native children There was
from St. Joseph’s Mission Residential No stopping me.
School, in Canada—was working for a I su1ered
left-wing think tank, which asked him
to put together a list of potential pro-
gressive Cabinet nominees should Biden job but turned it down. Not long after- American population, they are a potent
win. “This was a pie-in-the-sky list,” ward, an article appeared in The Hill voting bloc in some states: more than
NoiseCat told me. He had come to know claiming that Udall had been chosen; it ten per cent of New Mexicans, roughly
Haaland during her congressional cam- was quickly taken down, and NoiseCat, thirteen per cent of Oklahomans, some
paign, and knew she supported the Green realizing that Haaland might still have twenty per cent of Alaskans. Native is-
New Deal and opposed drilling and a chance, ghostwrote a public letter on sues have always been bipartisan—too
fracking on federal lands. “I put Deb’s behalf of progressive groups, asking the far under the radar, for most Americans,
name on for Interior, and we joked it senator to remove himself from consid- to have become particularly polarizing—
was like choosing the Lorax to be E.P.A. eration. The letter contained a line that and, historically, Native voters have not
administrator,” NoiseCat said. may have sealed Udall’s fate and Haa- been strongly aligned with either party.
To his surprise, “Deb for Interior” land’s future: “It would not be right for But in the past two decades a hand-
took o1. After Biden won, environmen- two Udalls to lead the Department of ful of key races have come down to Na-
tal groups, progressive PACs, and Native the Interior, the agency tasked with man- tive voters. Such voters helped Senator
nonprofits mounted social-media cam- aging the nation’s public lands, natural Lisa Murkowski, of Alaska, win her 2010
paigns and organized petitions to push resources and trust responsibilities to write-in campaign; reëlected Senator Jon
elected officials to support her nomina- tribes, before a single Native American.” Tester, of Montana, in 2018; and pushed
tion. Meanwhile, Biden’s transition team Biden selected Haaland a week later. Joe Biden over the top in Arizona in
was managing factions within the Party, If Haaland’s rise seemed sudden to 2020. Increased wealth from the gaming
trying to balance the ethnicity, gender, outsiders—from a freshman member of industry has also fuelled tribal political
and geography of all fifteen Cabinet ap- Congress to a Cabinet secretary in less power. In 1988, Indian casinos took in a
pointees to assemble a leadership team than three years—to Native observers it hundred million dollars, mostly from
that the President pledged would “reflect was decades in the making, the result of bingo halls; in 2022, they took in nearly
the country they aim to serve.” In early a steady marshalling of forces that Haa- forty-one billion, from more than five
December, word leaked that Michelle land had not only benefitted from but hundred gaming operations in twen-
Lujan Grisham, the governor of New had helped shape. Although Natives con- ty-nine states. Flush with money to pay
Mexico, had been o1ered the Interior stitute less than three per cent of the for lobbyists and to fund campaigns, In-
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rived in America the same year that her
mother’s grandfather had been sent away
to boarding school, and she was acutely
conscious of being both immigrant and
No fools, Indigenous, Norwegian and Native. She
Except my nature. visited her grandmother in Mesita most
To display weekends, and she wrote many of her
papers about family history. When she
My genius, finished her degree, in six years, she was
I carried on. nine months pregnant; four days after
I transitioned graduation, she had the baby, whom she
named Somah. She swapped the mo-
Every season. torcycle for a minivan, wrote “COLUM-
I was seasoned. BUS WAS LOST” on the back in shoe pol-
How? Because ish, and began looking for work. She
turned some of her college essays into
I’m now freelance articles for New Mexico Mag-
Mystery and clarity: azine, and cobbled together other in-
The candle come by catering and cooking. When
Somah was two, Haaland started her
Flame casting own business: Pueblo Food Specialties.
On the wall “She had this delicious chile recipe she
No shadow used to make for everybody,” her sister
Denise told me. “And she just said, ‘I’m
Yet making going to start canning and selling it.’ She
Everything around it would take Somah with her, and they’d
A shadow. take it to grocery stores.”
The business wasn’t always enough,
though, especially when Haaland tried
going back to school, first to begin a
—Paul Tran graduate degree in American Indian stud-
ies at U.C.L.A. and then, after her grand-
mother got sick and she returned home,
digenous people began fielding more her own story, too. In 1988, Haaland, a law degree at the University of New
candidates than ever, and both parties then twenty-eight and newly sober, en- Mexico. Haaland went on food stamps,
started belatedly, and often awkwardly, rolled in college at the University of and found a preschool that was a co-op,
targeting Native voters. New Mexico. Not long afterward, the where she could clean instead of paying
Muscogee poet Joy Harjo joined the tuition. She could afford only rooms in
his year is the centenary of Native faculty. “She came in carrying a motor- shared apartments, and when she couldn’t
T American enfranchisement. Native
people did not get the right to vote until
cycle helmet, asking if she could get into
my three-hundred-level creative-writ-
make the rent she and Somah would stay
with family or sleep on the couches of
1924, with the passage of the Indian Cit- ing class,” Harjo told me, recalling their accommodating friends. “The majority
izenship Act, and those living on reser- first meeting. “I asked her about the hel- of my formative years were spent living
vations in New Mexico were not allowed met and the motorcycle, and she said it as a guest in other people’s spaces,” Somah,
to vote until 1948. Even after that, the saved fossil fuels.” Haaland was an En- now a twenty-nine-year-old progressive
same voter-suppression techniques that glish major, and Harjo became a men- activist, has written. “We got our own
existed in the Jim Crow South, from lit- tor, hiring her as a research assistant, little place in Albuquerque halfway
eracy tests to poll taxes, kept generations taking her to conferences for Indige- through my junior year, and my mom
of Natives away from the ballot box. One nous writers, and cheering as she pub- wanted me to have the one bedroom
of Haaland’s personal heroes is Miguel lished fiction and poetry. “She wasn’t while she slept in a small room with no
Trujillo, a marine from Isleta Pueblo who actively political then, but she was ded- doors next to the kitchen.”
returned home from the Second World icated,” Harjo said. “She was dedicated Like many mothers, Haaland did
War and sued for his right to vote. She to her studies, and she was dedicated to some of her earliest organizing on be-
often told his story in the early days of a set of ideals that involved care of the half of her child. She went door-to-door
her political activism, when she would land, care of the earth, care of people.” in Santa Monica to preserve funding for
take pots of homemade chile to pueblo While working to pay for school, a community theatre where Somah was
recreational halls and encourage Natives Haaland was also working to forge an enrolled in after-school classes. She ral-
to register. identity that reconciled and honored her lied graduate students to persuade a dean
Soon, she was telling those voters roots. Her father’s grandfather had ar- to start classes later so that parents could
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drop off their children at school before- on her Honda Civic each week, making said. Haaland, she told me, came up and
hand. When U.N.M. informed Haaland the rounds of all thirty-three counties in asked, “What can I do to help you?” Under
that she would be charged out-of-state the state. The Democrats not only lost Haaland’s leadership, the Democrats took
tuition, she fought for a law redefining the race for governor and lieutenant gov- back the state House and helped Hillary
“resident student” to include any en- ernor, they lost control of the state House Clinton carry New Mexico in 2016.
rolled tribal member from the state. In of Representatives for the first time in
2006, Haaland failed the bar exam by sixty years. Yet Haaland saw a path to n the nineteen-fifties, the federal gov-
five points. She decided that, rather than
sit for it again, she would throw herself
future victory, which she believed began
with reforming the state Democratic
Isimilate
ernment, in its attempt to forcibly as-
Native Americans, adopted pol-
into politics—not only local campaigns Party, at the time demoralized and deeply icies of “termination,” whereby the United
but statewide Native organizing. Armed in the red. States ceased to recognize certain tribes,
with a law degree, she began earning She was elected Party chair, and began taking jurisdiction over the land that be-
enough to support her family, first as a aggressively fund-raising to pay down its longed to them, and offering people who
counsellor at a facility for adults with debt. She devoted much of her two-year lived on reservations one-way bus or train
developmental delays, then as a tribal term to recruiting and training new vol- fare to Los Angeles, Chicago, or Den-
administrator and a casino manager for unteers while also attending to longtime ver. The policy was largely carried out
San Felipe Pueblo, and eventually as the ones whose work she felt had been taken by the Bureau of Indian Affairs.
first female director of the Laguna De- for granted. She hoped to lift up locals The end of termination, and of the
velopment Corporation, which operates instead of allowing national campaigns federal Indian boarding-school policy,
all the restaurants, hotels, and casinos to parachute in with operatives from came about only because of a rise in Na-
owned by the tribe. other states. “She believes in showing up tive activism, an extension of the civil-
Haaland likes to say that no one ever everywhere,” Trish Ruiz, a high-school rights movement in which Indigenous
asked her to run for office. In 2014, when guidance counsellor and a Democratic people around the country staged dra-
Susana Martinez, a popular Republican volunteer in one of the state’s most con- matic protests for equality. In 1969, a
and the nation’s first Latina governor, servative counties, told me. Ruiz met group called Indians of All Tribes de-
was up for reëlection in New Mexico, Haaland at a back-yard political event. scended on Alcatraz Island—where the
few Democrats wanted to mount an un- “I’m a bilateral amputee and I’m in a nineteen Hopi men had been impris-
derdog campaign for governor, much less wheelchair, so getting into the back yard oned for refusing to give up their chil-
lieutenant governor. Haaland launched was a challenge, and my husband was dren—and stayed for a year and a half,
a bid for the latter. “I just said, ‘Well, there trying to help me figure out how demanding tribal sovereignty. In 1970,
somebody has to do it,’” Haaland told to get in, and there was this whole group on the three-hundred-and-fiftieth an-
me. She put more than a thousand miles of people, but Deb noticed first,” Ruiz niversary of the Pilgrims’ landing at
Plymouth Rock, the American Indian
Movement, a grassroots group founded
in Minneapolis, seized a replica of the
Mayflower near Boston and called for
Thanksgiving to be observed as a na-
tional day of mourning. A year later, AIM
occupied Mt. Rushmore to protest the
theft of the Black Hills from the Sioux
Nation; in 1972, it organized the Trail of
Broken Treaties, bringing caravans of
protesters to Washington, where they
occupied the Department of the Inte-
rior for a week.
Three years later, Congress finally
responded with the Indian Self-Deter-
mination and Education Assistance
Act, and the Nixon Administration
took steps to better honor the U.S.’s
trust and treaty obligations, officially
abandoning termination in favor of
self-determination. Although Indian
boarding schools continued to oper-
ate—and some still do today—many
were taken over by the tribes.
In 2016, as Haaland was helping Dem-
ocrats flip the New Mexico House, a
“I need, like, a million little sticks.” new wave of Native activists was gath-
ering in camps in North Dakota, on the she invoked the overdraft fees that politician. “Deb’s a force of nature,” he
Standing Rock Indian Reservation, to drained her checking account and the said. “A very excellent legislator—inno-
block the Dakota Access Pipeline, a shame of having to return food to gro- vative, active, instinctively bipartisan, al-
twelve-hundred-mile project for trans- cery-store shelves after discovering in though certainly very progressive.”
porting hundreds of thousands of bar- the checkout line that she didn’t have Haaland’s friendships across the aisle
rels of oil every day from the Bakken oil enough money to pay for it. Although were critical after Biden nominated her.
fields in the state’s northwest corner all Haaland is most consistently positioned She was introduced at her confirmation
the way into Illinois. A few water pro- as Native American, she identifies just hearing by the Alaska representative
tectors had first assembled near the con- as strongly as working class. Those iden- Don Young, at the time the longest-
fluence of the Cannonball and Missouri tities often overlap: more than one in serving Republican in the House, who
Rivers, asserting their rights under the four Native Americans live had strong ties to the Na-
Fort Laramie Treaty to protect tribal land below the poverty line, and tive community in his state.
and drinking water. Soon, protesters from the unemployment rate on Haaland opened her own
some two hundred tribes had arrived, some reservations is higher testimony with a greeting
not only founding members of the Amer- than fifty per cent. When in Keres and acknowledged
ican Indian Movement but teen-agers Haaland was elected, she that Congress was in ses-
and even younger children. became one of the poorest sion “on the ancestral home-
Haaland went to Standing Rock for members of Congress— lands of the Nacotchtank,
four days, staying in the camps and pre- she owned no home, had Anacostan, and Piscataway
paring chile and tortillas for the water no savings account or in- people.” A grilling followed,
protectors. When she returned to New vestments of any kind, and with Republicans on the
Mexico, she persuaded Party leaders in was paying down tens of committee attacking her
her state to divest from Wells Fargo, thousands of dollars in student loans. opposition to fossil fuels and her sup-
which was financing the pipeline. A Haaland also became one of the first port for conservation. Senator John Ken-
year later, she called her sister Denise two Native women ever elected to Con- nedy, of Louisiana, denounced Haaland
to say that she was running for Con- gress, along with Sharice Davids, a Ho- as “a neo-socialist, left-of-Lenin wack
gress. “I never even thought I’d meet a Chunk woman who f lipped Kansas’s job.” (He later apologized for saying
congresswoman,” Denise told me, laugh- Third Congressional District during that “wack job” instead of “extremist.”) Her
ing. “Nothing scares her,” she added. same election cycle. After their swear- confirmation passed by a single vote—a
“That’s what I’ve always admired about ing-in, to which Haaland wore her tra- surprising yes from Senator Murkow-
my little sister.” ditional Pueblo clothes, more than thirty ski, well known for her support of the
In the primary, Haaland defeated five tribes and Indigenous organizations fossil-fuel industry, but less well known
other Democrats, running an unapolo- sponsored a joint celebration at a Wash- as an adopted Tlingit, an honorary mem-
getically progressive campaign in what ington hotel, where a Ho-Chunk drum- ber of one of Alaska’s two hundred and
had become a very liberal district. Like ming group nearly drowned out Speaker twenty-nine federally recognized tribes.
thousands of other women who ran for Nancy Pelosi, who was delivering re- The night before, work by the Apache
office that year, she positioned herself as marks in the ballroom next door. and Chichimeca artist Mer Young had
an antagonist of the Trump Adminis- Pelosi, in an e-mail, praised Haa- been projected onto the main entrance
tration, comparing the family-separation land’s “immense empathy and invalu- of the Udall Building beside the words
policy at the country’s southern border able experience” in addition to her skills “Our Ancestors’ Dreams Come True.”
to what had happened to her own fam- as a manager and an administrator, not-
ily with the boarding schools. “It was ing how quickly she became the chair ny head of an executive agency
shameful and inhumane then to sepa-
rate families, and it’s shameful and in-
of the Subcommittee on National Parks,
Forests, and Public Lands, a rare feat
A needs time to settle in, but Haa-
land took longer than some, trying to
humane now,” she said. She covered the in a first term. Haaland co-sponsored resolve the conflict that her staff framed
First District in “Deb” yard signs with more bills than any other freshman in as “Deb vs. the Secretary.” She was strug-
Zia sun symbols, and used the slogan Congress, and compiled one of the most gling to maintain her personal identity
“Be fierce.” Her interpersonal style, liberal voting records. But she also within a bureaucratic framework and a
though, was notably understated. “They earned a reputation as a pragmatic leg- political context that had historically
didn’t think she could win, because she’s islator with an unusually self-effacing been at odds with it. “Consider the fact
so quiet,” Clara Apodaca, a former First approach, ushering three bills into law. that a former Secretary of the Interior
Lady of New Mexico, told me, of early Tom Cole, a Republican from Okla- once proclaimed it his goal to, quote,
Haaland skeptics in the state. “She never homa and a member of the Chickasaw ‘civilize or exterminate’ us,” she said after
seems to fight, but she always wins.” Nation, told me that he and Haaland her nomination, adding, “I’m a living
When campaigning, Haaland ap- have next to nothing in common po- testament to the failure of that horrific
pealed to voters with stories about the litically (he describes the Green New ideology.” She was also trying to scale
hardships that had defined her life. She Deal as “socialism masking as environ- up her leadership style. The kinds of
talked about being in recovery and how mentalism”) but that she reminds him teams that “Deb” had previously led
difficult it was to be a single mother; of his mother, a pioneering Indigenous were hundreds of times smaller than
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 35
the one that “the Secretary” needed to mental and Indigenous groups that had watched her deliver the opening remarks
manage. Three chiefs of staff shuffled worked to get Haaland appointed were at her third White House Tribal Na-
through the agency in her first year. Ac- unsparing in their criticism. “They use tions Summit, an annual conference
customed to baking cakes for staffers’ people of color for cover on these de- started by Obama, suspended by Trump,
birthdays and celebrating their every cisions,” the Bdewakantunwan and Diné and restored by Biden. Haaland an-
achievement, she had to settle for rec- actor and activist Dallas Goldtooth told nounced that the Administration had
ognizing a single “Rockstar of the Week” the press. already spent a historic forty-five bil-
so that meetings didn’t drag on. Tribes were divided over Willow, lion dollars in Indian country, more than
The Biden Administration’s approach with some fighting for the preservation fifteen years’ worth of the annual bud-
to Interior is largely in keeping with of the entire western Arctic and others get of the B.I.A., including investments
Haaland’s own political compass. She applauding the thousands of jobs and in social services, pandemic response,
has been an integral player in a conser- billions in revenue that the project and child welfare; infrastructure im-
vation plan pushed by Biden, called “30 promised. No two tribes are alike, and provements, such as high-speed Inter-
by 30”—an attempt to conserve thirty tribal politics are complex. Last sum- net; and the kind of long-overdue basic
per cent of the country’s land and water mer, when Haaland went to the Chaco utilities that had eventually improved
by 2030. This has included restoring Culture National Historical Park to cel- her grandmother’s life in Mesita—clean
protections for hundreds of thousands ebrate the implementation of a twen- water, home electrification. “I see her
of acres that Trump slashed from two ty-year ban on new oil and gas leases fingerprints everywhere with the re-
national monuments, Bears Ears and around the World Heritage site, mem- sources being sent to Indian country,”
Grand Staircase-Escalante, lands dot- bers of the Navajo Nation blocked the Chuck Hoskin, Jr., the principal chief
ted with tens of thousands of sacred and road to the park, preventing Haaland of the Cherokee Nation, told me.
significant sites for, among others, the and anyone else from entering. Activ- Haaland also established the Miss-
Hopi tribe, the Navajo Nation, the Ute ists held signs saying “No Trespassing,” ing and Murdered Unit within the
tribes, and Haaland’s own Laguna “VOTE These Tyrants OUT,” and “Go B.I.A., to try to solve the thousands of
Pueblo people. Haaland inevitably faced Home.” Some of the protesters were open cases concerning disappearances
criticism from the right as she tried to allotment owners, worried that their and homicides of American Indians and
move the country away from its focus leasing rights would be curtailed by the Alaska Natives. She created the De-
on extractive industries. Her reception ten-mile buffer zone around the site; rogatory Geographic Names Task Force,
on the left whiplashed between fawn- others alleged that Haaland had a con- which removed offensive language like
ing memes of “Auntie Deb” and insin- flict of interest, since Somah Haaland “squaw” from the names of public lands.
uations that she was a token appointee works for the Pueblo Action Alliance, She pushed for more robust and expe-
lacking real power. which had lobbied for the protections. dient enforcement of the Native Amer-
In March of last year, in what was House Republicans launched an ethics ican Graves Protection and Repatria-
arguably her most public failure, Haa- investigation into the Secretary’s rela- tion Act, which was passed in 1990, and
land announced that the Willow Proj- tionship with P.A.A. which created a legal framework en-
ect, an eight-billion-dollar oil-drilling When Haaland first went to Wash- abling tribes to reclaim sacred objects
venture on the North Slope of Alaska, ington, her mother, Mary, whose work and ancestral remains from any mu-
would be moving forward. Appearing for the Bureau of Indian Affairs had oc- seum or institution that received fed-
in what some supporters called a hos- casionally taken her to D.C., had mixed eral funding. Haaland also helped de-
tage video, she said, “President Biden fend the Indian Child Welfare Act after
and I believe that the climate crisis is plaintiffs and several states sued to
the most urgent issue of our lifetime,” weaken the protections preventing the
before going on to explain that the proj- removal of Indian children from their
ect was “a difficult and complex issue tribes for adoption by non-Indians.
that was inherited” from previous ad- Some of this work could be undone
ministrations. Haaland—who did not by a future Secretary with a different
sign the record of decision approving set of priorities, but the tenor of the
the project, leaving the task to one of department has shifted. “Of all the
her deputies—tried to emphasize how things she could have chosen to try
legally constrained her decision-mak- feelings. “She knew about the bureau- and do, she clearly chose to elevate
ing was, and how much the project had cracy and how things ran,” Denise told tribal governments,” Hoskin told me,
been scaled back from what the energy me, “and she was worried about Deb— arguing that Haaland has “made the
company running it, ConocoPhillips, all the obstacles that would be in her tribes as relevant as the states.” Mark
had first proposed. What she did not way.” But, for reasons both psycholog- Mitchell, the former chair of the All
say was that the Biden Administration ical and pragmatic, Haaland does not Pueblo Council of Governors, which
had determined that a legal fight over dwell on failure. Instead, she has re- represents the twenty Pueblo nations,
retracting the approved drilling leases treated from public controversies and emphasized the effect of Haaland sim-
would have been costly and likely fu- quietly used regulatory authority to ac- ply being in the rooms where decisions
tile. Nonetheless, many of the environ- complish what she can. In December, I about federal money and policy are
36 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024
made. “I think her presence alone says
Native people and Indigenous people
are alive and well, not just something
from history,” he said.

ast November, in an auditorium on


L the campus of Montana State Uni-
versity, in Bozeman, two hundred peo-
ple gathered for the last of the listen-
ing sessions that Haaland convened as
part of the Boarding School Initiative.
The school’s Bobcat Singers held a
drumming circle, and a color guard pre-
sented the American, Montanan, and
P.O.W./M.I.A. flags, together with an
eagle-feather staff. Haaland and one of
her principal deputy assistant secretar-
ies, Wizipan Garriott, an enrolled mem-
ber of the Rosebud Sioux tribe and a
fourth-generation attendee of the board-
ing schools, took their seats at a simple
folding table at the front of the room.
When Haaland was in Congress, she
had sponsored a bill to create a federal
truth-and-healing commission that
would conduct a full interagency in-
quiry into the boarding schools. Shar-
ice Davids, who also had grandparents
who were sent away to boarding schools,
co-sponsored the bill, but it has not
passed. “You’ve got generations of peo-
ple impacted in a really deeply personal,
painful way by actions of the federal
government,” Davids told me. “And,
even though none of us who are in these
decision-making positions caused that
harm, we can make sure that these peo-
• •
ple are seen and heard.”
Haaland held the first listening ses- testimonies. There were also trauma nities will not be done overnight, but it
sion at the Riverside Indian School, in specialists and licensed therapists on will be done. This is one step among
Oklahoma, the state with the most fed- hand, along with whatever additional many that we will take to strengthen
eral schools, at seventy-six. During a emotional and spiritual support local and rebuild the bonds of the Native
session just outside Seattle, in the gath- tribes wanted, from traditional singers communities that the federal Indian
ering hall of the Tulalip Indian Reser- and dancers to prayer, smudging, and boarding schools set out to break.” She
vation, she watched as a Sicangu La- massage. Haaland said that she would thanked those who were about to share
kota man brought forth replicas of the sometimes collapse in her car after- their stories, and said that she knew it
rope, belt, and leather straps he was ward, exhausted and overwhelmed by wasn’t easy; then she sat down, and did
beaten with at St. Francis Indian School. everything she had heard. not speak again for four hours.
Other sessions were held in Alaska, Ar- In Bozeman, Haaland began by read- Among the first people to address
izona, California, Michigan, Minne- ing brief remarks. They were the same the room was Donovan Archambault,
sota, and South Dakota. Nobody’s re- ones she had given at the other listen- a member of the Assiniboine tribe who
marks at any of the listening sessions ing sessions, yet her voice, unpolished had attended the Pierre Boarding School,
were submitted in advance, no one was and faintly tremulous, still broke in South Dakota. Now eighty-four,
ever interrupted, and there were no time throughout. “I will listen with you,” she Archambault wore a cowboy hat and
limits for those who spoke. One ses- told the crowd. “I will grieve with you, a brightly colored vest. “Two of my
sion took eight hours, and Haaland I will weep, and I will feel your pain. As sisters committed suicide,” he said,
stayed until everyone who wanted to we mourn what we have lost, please holding the microphone close to his
speak had finished. A court reporter know that we still have so much to gain. lips as he recounted his family’s story.
made an official transcript of all the The healing that can help our commu- “Three of us almost drank ourselves to
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death.” Later, Susan Webber, who at- Each story was distinct and harrow- tended boarding schools, said, “When
tended the Cut Bank Creek Boarding ing, but together they painted a con- we talk about historical trauma, I al-
School, on the Blackfeet Indian Res- sistent, damning picture. Survivors at ways think, If only that’s all we had.
ervation, rose to speak. “I come from the sessions spoke about their braids But we have fresh trauma piled on it
a long line of people that were institu- being cut off, and about being stripped every single day.” A council member
tionalized and brutalized,” she said. “We of their Native clothing, then doused from the Confederated Salish and Koo-
never talked about it.” Webber is now a with disinfectants like gasoline and tenai Tribes, Finley was one of many
state legislator, and she described a bill DDT. They described their mouths descendants who testified about how
she had put forward in the Montana being washed out with lye soap for intergenerational trauma from the
State Senate requesting a day of remem- speaking their Native languages; they schools continues to disrupt Native life.
brance for all the children who died at- said that their Indian names were Haaland is not fluent in Keres—she
tending boarding schools. Several Chey- changed, sometimes replaced with only says that her family members, after
enne elders had travelled more than two a number. They spoke of food being their experiences at the schools, were
hundred miles to the event. One, Myrna withheld as punishment, of physical reluctant to teach it to their children.
Burgess, talked about leaving her bucolic abuse from teachers that made it hard At the session in Bozeman, Haa-
childhood behind for several dark years to raise their own children lovingly, of land took notes, wiped away tears, oc-
at St. Labre Indian School, in Ashland. sexual abuse that ruined intimacy of casionally touched the tribal jewelry
The nuns hit her whenever she spoke any kind. They shared stories of friends on her wrists, but never looked at her
Cheyenne. “The Cheyennes said as long or family members who left for board- watch; she bowed her head and some-
as the water flows and the grass grows, ing school and never returned, and of times closed her eyes during someone’s
we won’t lose our Cheyenne culture, our their own struggles with anger, addic- testimony, in pain or in prayer, but never
Indian ways,” Burgess said through tears. tion, and depression. In Bozeman, Jen- interrupted or responded. There might
“And I don’t know if I still believe that.” nifer Finley, whose grandparents at- as well have been no microphone in
front of her. When I asked Puebloans
about these listening sessions, they all
described them as exemplifying tribal
leadership. “That’s how Pueblo lead-
ers conduct ourselves,” Mark Mitchell
told me. “We hear our people out, what-
ever they are going to say.”
For those unfamiliar with this her-
itage, Haaland’s leadership style is dis-
tinctive: deploying silence in a bom-
bastic political climate and empathy
in an era of widespread contempt.
These habits of being are rare in a
politician, not least because they are
so easily dismissed as pandering or
scorned as weakness. Haaland’s staff
has an unwritten rule—in force not
only during the listening tour but at
all times, including when I was inter-
viewing her—about always keeping
tissues handy. Like the President who
appointed her, she is unafraid to cry
and has an impressive grace with suf-
fering and grief.
“It takes courage and great strength
to go listen to these horrendous stories,”
Deborah Parker, the C.E.O. of the Na-
tional Native American Boarding School
Healing Coalition, told me. The coali-
tion was formed in 2011 to advocate for
boarding-school survivors, and to edu-
cate the general public about the schools.
Parker and Haaland have worked to-
gether since Haaland was elected to
Congress. Both knew that certain as-
“Why is there a customer-service associate standing by to assist us?” pects of the project could not wait. “We
are losing our elders,” Parker told me. afforded to everyone in a society where married her boyfriend, Skip Sayre, a wid-
“We needed to make time and space all people are supposed to be equal.” owed gaming-and-hospitality executive
for these survivors to come forward be- It was Judge Lamberth who, not quite who was then the marketing director for
fore they are gone.” twenty years after he was appointed by the Laguna Development Corporation.
Reagan, called the Department of the They own a condo not far from Haa-
hen an Interior Secretary is re- Interior a “culturally oblivious hand-me- land’s office, along with an adobe home
W membered, it is often for the lit-
igation that bears his or her name. In
down.” Talking with me recently about
the class-action settlement and Haa-
outside Albuquerque, where they have
two rescue dogs, Winchester and Rem-
1996, Elouise Cobell, a member of the land’s tenure, he said, “It’s an accomplish- ington. Haaland, now sixty-three, still
Blackfeet Nation and a founder of the ment in itself ” that any Native Ameri- runs marathons, and the pair enjoy hik-
first American bank owned by a tribe, can could become the head ing together. It is harder,
sued the Department of the Interior of Interior. His work on Co- these days, for Haaland to
for mismanaging and abusing the trust bell’s case radicalized him, return to her ancestral home
funds it held for Native Americans— fundamentally transforming in Mesita, but she was there
all the monies it managed on their be- his understanding of our after her mother died, during
half from the sale and stewardship of nation’s history, including her first year at Interior, and
tribal lands, going back to the earliest the ongoing discrimination she sees her family often. She
treaty guarantees. The case was orig- against Native Americans, still hopes to get her master’s
inally docketed as Cobell v. Babbitt, which he’d assumed had degree from U.C.L.A. and
for President Clinton’s Interior Sec- ended generations before. recently finished her thesis.
retary, Bruce Babbitt. Then the law- He wrote that the failures She has spent more than
suit dragged on, becoming Cobell v. of the trust administration three hundred and sixty-five
Norton, for Gale Norton, George W. were a blow to all “those harboring hope days on the road during her time as Sec-
Bush’s first Secretary, then Cobell v. that the stories of murder, dispossession, retary. Amid her travels, which have taken
Kempthorne, for Dirk Kempthorne, his forced marches, assimilationist policy her to fifty-one states and territories, she
second. When the suit was finally set- programs, and other incidents of cultural has tried to stream the occasional televi-
tled, in 2009, thirteen years after Cobell genocide against the Indians are merely sion show, lately “True Detective” or
first filed it—by which time some three the echoes of a horrible, bigoted govern- “Derry Girls.” She also reads narrative
hundred thousand plaintiffs had joined ment-past that has been sanitized by the nonfiction, most recently “A Fever in the
her—it was known as Cobell v. Salazar, good deeds of more recent history.” Heartland,” Timothy Egan’s history of
for Ken Salazar, Obama’s first Secretary. The possibility of that kind of trans- the K.K.K. in the Midwest. She has a
The class-action settlement was one of formation is what inspired the Federal soft spot for obituaries, she told me, spe-
the largest in American history: nearly Indian Boarding School Initiative. Al- cifically those of “people who did amazing
three and a half billion dollars, split be- though the first two years of the initia- things, but nobody knew about their lives.”
tween the plaintiffs and a land-buyback tive focussed on survivors, and on docu- Looking back, her nomination still
program for restoring tribal homelands. menting what happened at the schools, seems an improbable event—and, per-
U.S. District Judge Royce C. Lam- Haaland is using the time she has left in haps, not the kind likely to be re-cre-
berth oversaw Cobell’s case for a decade, office to turn outward, trying to reach ated anytime soon. Haaland recognizes
during which time he held two Interior those who are at best indifferent to and that getting a broad swath of the nation
Secretaries, from both parties, in con- at worst defenders of America’s brutal to engage with the suffering and the
tempt of court. He was reassigned be- treatment of its first peoples. When the needs of Native people will be difficult,
fore the settlement was reached. “I have second volume of the boarding-school but she has no recrimination in her voice
never seen more egregious misconduct report is released, later this year, it will when she talks about the challenge: “You
by the federal government,” he wrote in likely include recommendations for res- know, I sometimes think about the state
one filing, denouncing the Department titution. She hopes that its contents will of our country. And I know there’s a lot
of the Interior’s attempts to deprive fuel research and reconciliation efforts of people who, when I think about how
plaintiffs of discovery documents related around the country; many hope that it things were for me, how difficult certain
to the mismanaged funds. “When one will inspire moral if not monetary rep- times in my life were, when all I could
strips away the convoluted statutes, the arations. So much of the work thus far think about was paying rent and buy-
technical legal complexities, the elabo- has been done by tribes, and not nearly ing food—it’s not like you have a lot of
rate collateral proceedings, and the lay- enough by the religious institutions that leisure time to think about the problems
ers upon layers of interrelated orders and ran boarding schools or the local com- in the world.” Time is scarce and atten-
opinions from this Court and the Court munities that staffed them or the general tion is limited, not just for working peo-
of Appeals, what remains is the raw, public that failed to notice them. ple but for everyone. Yet Haaland is de-
shocking, humiliating truth at the bot- Haaland is committed to staying at termined to make it impossible to be
tom: After all these years, our govern- Interior through the election in Novem- indifferent to this history. “I sometimes
ment still treats Native American Indi- ber, but she is circumspect about her plans wonder, What do you choose to read?”
ans as if they were somehow less than after that, even if Biden is reëlected. A she said. “What do you choose to think
deserving of the respect that should be few months after her term began, she about? What do you choose to know?” 
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ANNALS OF INQUIRY

THE BATTLE FOR ATTENTION


How do we hold on to what matters in a distracted age?
BY NATHAN HELLER

O
n a subway train not long ago, elementary-school-age children), and the midtown office of the Dentsu agency.
I had the familiar, unsettling college students increasingly struggle to We were speaking about a new atten-
experience of standing behind get through books, according to their tion market. Slides were projected on
a fellow-passenger and watching every- teachers, many of whom confess to feel- the wall, and bits of conversation rat-
thing that she was doing on her phone. ing the same way. Film pacing has ac- tled like half-melted ice cubes in the
It was a crowded car, rush hour, with celerated, with the average length of a corridor outside. For decades, what was
the dim but unwarm lighting of the old- shot decreasing; in music, the mean length going on between an advertisement and
est New York City trains. The strang- of top-performing pop songs declined its viewers was unclear: there was no
er’s phone was bright, and as I looked by more than a minute between 1990 consensus about what attention was or
on she scrolled through a waterfall of and 2020. A study conducted in 2004 by how to quantify it. “The difference now
videos that other people had filmed in the psychologist Gloria Mark found that is that there’s better tech to measure it,”
their homes. She watched one for four participants kept their attention on a sin- Leong said.
or five seconds, then dispatched it by gle screen for an average of two and a Dentsu is one of the world’s lead-
twitching her thumb. She flicked to a half minutes before turning it elsewhere. ing advertising agencies, running ac-
text message, did nothing with it, and These days, she writes, people can pay counts for Heineken, Hilton, Kraft
flipped back. The figures on her screen, attention to one screen for an average of Heinz, Microsoft, Subway, and other
dressed carefully and mugging at the only forty-seven seconds. global corporations. In 2019, the firm
camera like mimes, seemed desperate “Attention as a category isn’t that sa- began using digital technology to
for something that she could not pro- lient for younger folks,” Jac Mullen, a gather data that showed not only how
vide: her sustained attention. I felt mor- writer and a high-school teacher in New many people attended to its ads but in
tified, not least because I saw on both Haven, told me recently. “It takes a lot what ways they did—information that
sides of the screen symptoms I recog- to show that how you pay attention af- could be applied to derive a quantita-
nized too clearly in myself. fects the outcome—that if you focus your tive unit of attention value. In 1997, the
For years, we have heard a litany of attention on one thing, rather than dis- technology pundit Michael Goldhaber
reasons why our capacity to pay atten- persing it across many things, the one had envisaged a world in which atten-
tion is disturbingly on the wane. Tech- thing you think is hard will become eas- tion supplanted money as a dominant
nology—the buzzing, blinking pageant ier—but that’s a level of instruction I currency. (“If you have enough atten-
on our screens and in our pockets— often find myself giving.” It’s not the stu- tion, you can get anything you want,”
hounds us. Modern life, forever quicker dents’ fault, he thinks; multitasking and he lamented.) Since then, advertising
and more scattered, drives concentration its euphemism, “time management,” has caught up with the trade.
away. For just as long, concerns of this have become goals across the pedagogic “Six years ago, the question was
variety could be put aside. Television was field. The SAT was redesigned this spring around ‘Can this usefully be mea-
described as a force against attention to be forty-five minutes shorter, with sured?’” Leong said. Now it’s a circus.
even in the nineteen-forties. A lot of fo- many reading-comprehension passages “There are companies that use eye
cussed, worthwhile work has taken place trimmed to two or three sentences. Some tracking. There are companies that do
since then. Ivy League professors report being coun- facial coding”—reading emotions
But alarms of late have grown more selled to switch up what they’re doing through micro-expressions. “It’s no
urgent. Last year, the Organization for every ten minutes or so to avoid falling longer a matter of convincing clients
Economic Cooperation and Develop- behind their students’ churn. What ap- that this is something they should lean
ment reported a huge ten-year decline pears at first to be a crisis of attention into—it’s how.”
in reading, math, and science perfor- may be a narrowing of the way we in- There is a long-standing, wide-
mance among fifteen-year-olds globally, terpret its value: an emergency about spread belief that attention carries
a third of whom cited digital distraction where—and with what goal—we look. value. In English, attention is some-
as an issue. Clinical presentations of at- thing that we “pay.” In Spanish, it is
tention problems have climbed (a recent
study of data from the medical-software
“ I ntionmany ways, it’s the oldest ques-
in advertising: how to get at-
“lent.” The Swiss literary scholar Yves
Citton, whose study of the digital age,
company Epic found an over-all tripling tention,” an executive named Joanne “The Ecology of Attention,” argues
of A.D.H.D. diagnoses between 2010 Leong told me one afternoon, in a con- against reducing attention to eco-
and 2022, with the steepest uptick among ference room on the thirteenth floor of nomic terms, suggested to me that it
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was traditionally considered valuable their audiences. “As attention measure- “vigilance studies,” which figured atten-
because it was capable of bestowing ment matures, things will fall by the tion in terms of cognitive alertness, had
value. “By paying attention to some- wayside and we can eliminate some of coincided with the rise of monotonous
thing as if it’s interesting, you make the waste,” she said. control-panel jobs in the years after the
it interesting. By evaluating it, you Second World War. When soldiers began
valorize it,” he said. To treat it as a
mere market currency, he thought,
was to undersell what it could do.
Ithenofeditors,
“Scenes of Attention,” a collection
scholarly essays published last year,
D. Graham Burnett and Jus-
having to deal with multiple directives
over the wire, attention science became
preoccupied with simultaneous inputs.
Advertisers’ interest in attention as tin Smith-Ruiu, challenge the idea that It was a short leap from there to at-
a measure was sharpened with the shortened attention spans came about tention-chasing advertising. Companies
publication of “The At- because of technological ac- that once resigned themselves to using
tention Economy” (2001), celeration alone. True, tools billboards and print ads to appeal to a
by Thomas H. Davenport and lives are faster, they large American public now target us in
and John C. Beck, which write. But claiming innova- private moments. The legal scholar Tim
offered a theory of atten- tion as the original cause is Wu, in his book “The Attention Mer-
tion as a prelude to action: backward: “Human beings chants,” notes, “Without express con-
we pay attention in order make the technologies—and sent, most of us have passively opened
to do (or buy). But there they make them in the con- ourselves up to the commercial exploita-
have long been varied text of other human beings tion of our attention just about anywhere
views. The neuroscientist needing and wanting vari- and any time.” No wonder young peo-
Karl Friston has suggested ous things.” It wasn’t as ple struggle. Burnett, in an opinion piece
that attention is a way of though people, after mil- that he co-wrote in the Times last fall,
prioritizing and tuning sensory data. lennia of head-scratching, suddenly “dis- argued that schools, rather than just ex-
Simone Weil, one of attention’s elo- covered” the steam engine, the spinning pecting students to pay attention, should
quent philosophers, also resisted the jenny, and the telegraph, and modernity teach them how.
idea of attention as subject to eco- unspooled. Rather, people’s priorities un- I visited Burnett one afternoon in
nomic measure. derwent a sea change with the onset of Washington Heights, where he lives with
In the Dentsu office, Leong, who the modern age, turning to efficiency, ob- his partner, the filmmaker Alyssa Loh,
had her hair in a neat ponytail and jective measurement, and other goals that and his two teen-age children. The win-
wore a sweater with wide, simple hor- made such inventions worthwhile. The dows of his living room were open; breezes
izontal stripes, sat beside the compa- acceleration of life isn’t an inevitability, off the Hudson River twirled silver spi-
ny’s head of research and measure- in that sense, but an ideological outcome. ral streamers hanging from the ceiling.
ment, Celeste Castle, an executive Burnett, a historian of science at A sideboard featured a blown ostrich egg,
who oversees the math behind Dent- Princeton, is the author of five books, delicately etched with an image of the
su’s own answer to the question of at- ranging in subject from seventeenth- bird’s skeleton—a gift from a student.
tention’s worth—the “effective atten- century lens-making to New York’s ju- “It’s a perfect mix of scrimshaw
tion cost per a thousand” impressions. dicial system. For the past several years, technique and X-ray of the form of the
The old metrics used in advertising he has been working on a history of the bird,” Burnett commented from an open
were based on an opportunity to see. scientific study of attention. I went one kitchen. He was chopping radishes for
“An ‘impression’ is just a measure that day to the main branch of the New York a salad.
the ad was served,” Leong said. But Public Library to hear him speak at the The rest of the living room was art-
recent data revealed that even most sup- invitation of the New York Institute for ily posed, as if presented for study by
posedly “viewable” ads weren’t being the Humanities. “It was the sciences that visitors. There was a faded dhurrie rug
viewed. “Consumers’ span of attention sliced and diced this nebulous, diffi- and a dining-room table made from a
is now believed to be less than eight cult-to-define feature of our conscious single slab of tree trunk. In one corner,
seconds,” Raja Rajamannar, the chief and sensory life so that the market could a kind of altar had been assembled with
marketing officer of Mastercard, a price it,” Burnett said. peculiar objects: a feather-trimmed bow
Dentsu client, told me. “That is less than As an academic at the lectern, Bur- and arrow from Guyana; a bird skele-
the attention span of a goldfish.” nett cut a curious figure. He was tall, ton; and a short stack of old leather-
At Dentsu, as elsewhere, the aim with a graying backpacker’s beard and bound books, such as the first English
has become to get more from these light-brown hair pulled into a topknot. edition of “L’Oiseau” (“The Bird”), a
shrinking slivers—an endeavor some He wore sixteen silver rings, gunmetal nineteenth-century study of birds by the
outsiders liken to fracking, the process nail polish, and an outfit—T-shirt, V-neck historian Jules Michelet, and “Canaries
used to force lingering pockets of fos- sweater-vest, climbing pants—entirely and Cage-Birds,” by an ornithologist
sil fuels out of the earth. When I asked in shades of light gray. He looked as if named George H. Holden. I opened it.
whether these efforts would dissipate he had arrived from soldering metal in “The lectures on which these chapters
people’s focus further, Castle said that an abandoned loft. Scientific models of are based were appropriately announced
optimizing would result in ads being attention, he argued, had been products as given under the auspices of one of our
even more precisely tailored to entice of their eras’ priorities, too. So-called bird clubs,” the book read, “for the word
42 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024
auspices comes from the Latin avis,—a me Knauss was stationed, a young woman had taken place as far afield as Korea, the
bird,—and spicere,—to look at.” in a black T-shirt sat on a bench with Galápagos, and Kansas.
The passage touched a memory for her back to me, staring at a painting. I Knauss eyed some passersby. “The
me. Years earlier, I had heard of some- sat beside her. “Stevie?” I said. first seven-minute phase is known as
thing called the Order of the Third She was wearing wide-legged green Encounter,” she said. “I think of it as en-
Bird—supposedly a secret international Dickies, high-laced leather work boots, tering a party. First, you take a look
fellowship, going back centuries, of art- and dangly asymmetrical earrings. She around the scene.” On arriving at the ac-
ists, authors, booksellers, professors, and turned to regard me, then looked back tion site, the Birds wander. The subject
avant-gardists. Participants in the Order at the painting. of an action is rarely, if ever, identified in
would converge, f lash-mob style, at Knauss identified herself as an emis- advance, but usually it is the most des-
museums, stare intensely at a work of sary affiliated with the Birds, and began perate-looking work in sight. (“In a mu-
art for half an hour, and vanish, their to describe the way their actions worked. seum, it will be, like, the painting next
twee-seeming feat of attention complete. “The practice lasts twenty-eight min- to the bathroom or on the wall opposite
(The Order’s name alluded to a piece of utes—four parts of seven minutes each,” the ‘Mona Lisa,’” Burnett told me.) The
lore about three birds confronting a paint- she said. “The movement from one part work is unnamed because the Birds are
ing by the ancient artist Zeuxis: the first to another is announced by a bell.” supposed to find it by paying attention.
was frightened away, the second ap- Knauss told me that the Birds who Those who don’t can follow the flock.
proached to try to eat painted fruit, and were about to convene might not have Next comes Attending, announced
the third just looked.) I had tried then met before. Actions were called in e-mails by the first bell. “At the party, that’s when
to get in touch with the Order. My ef- from alias accounts—she had heard about you maybe settle into conversation with
forts had led nowhere. “It’s a Fight Club this one from “Wrybill Wrybillius”—with someone,” Knauss explained. The Birds
thing,” someone later explained to me, invitees’ names hidden. Any Bird could line up before the work, side by side, in
with a degree of earnestness that, like call an action; the Order was decentral- what is known as the phalanx. For seven
much about the Order of the Third Bird, ized and ungoverned. Existing Birds in- minutes, they silently give the work their
I struggled to gauge. “The first rule of vited new participants at their discretion, full attention. Three things are discour-
the Birds is you don’t talk about the and, in this way, the Order slowly brought aged during this period, Knauss told me.
Birds.” I’d wondered whether Burnett additional people into local chapters, “One is what we call studium”—analy-
might be involved. known as volées. Nobody was sure how sis from study. Another is interpretation,
Burnett was a longtime Bird, he ad- many Birds were in the world—New and the third is judgment. If Birds find
mitted. The Order’s work was more com- York City alone was home to several volées, a work offensive (or simply bad), they’re
plex than it sounded, he said, and some overlapping to some degree—but there meant to put aside that response. Alyssa
of the Birds, concerned about widespread were believed to be hundreds. Actions Loh, Burnett’s partner, who is also a
loss of attention, were more willing to
discuss their practice than they’d been
in the past. For years, the Order had de-
voted itself to its subject: what attention
was, how to channel it, what it could do.
With Burnett’s help, I sent up a new
flare in Birdland, expecting to hear noth-
ing. That wasn’t what happened at all.

ne Sunday morning, I received a


O cryptic text from a performance
artist named Stevie Knauss, whom I had
never met. “Let’s tentatively plan on
meeting in the zone indicated on this
map,” the message read. A Google sat-
ellite image of the neighborhood around
155th Street and Broadway was attached,
with a red arrow pointing to the His-
panic Society Museum & Library.
Later, as the train that I was on trav-
elled uptown, Knauss sent me a Find
My iPhone request. I followed it across
Audubon Terrace, a plaza named for the
nineteenth-century artist and ornithol-
ogist, and into the Hispanic Society’s
gallery. My eyes took a moment to ad-
just. At the place where my phone told “Can we set the flame to medium high?”
Bird, told me that she understands the of her belt loops, tore off a strip, and philosophical work.) When we look at
injunctions as a guard against the ways handed it to me. It was how the Birds a statue, the stone doesn’t change, but
that people shut down their attention. recognized one another, she said. the art work we see does, because we are
“There’s a question you often hear in re- “After I’ve gone, you’ll walk out the continually noticing different things.
lation to art objects: What is it for and door over my left shoulder, onto the ter- James’s model pushes against the idea
what do you do with it?” she said. “In race, and turn right.” She stood. “The that attention is something you pay out,
the Bird practice, we mostly answer that work will be on your left.” free of wandering thoughts and individ-
in negatives—you can’t ‘solve’ it, can’t “But how will I know which one it ual reverie.
decide if it’s good, can’t victoriously de- is?” I asked. Nested in James’s understanding is
clare that you have correctly identified “You’ll know,” Knauss said, and also a serviceable definition of art. In its
its origins or that it’s an example of an walked away. objective state, van Gogh’s “Starry Night”
eighteenth-century whatever.” You just Outside, in the sunlight, a mother is daubs of paint on a canvas. On the
keep attending. was playing with her two children at a moon, without an audience, it would be
The second bell heralds the start of yellow installation by Jesús Rafael Soto: debris. It is only when I give the canvas
Negation, a phase in which Birds try to not a Bird. An older man sat at a table: my attention (bringing to it the cargo of
clear the object from their minds. Some possible, but unlikely. Then I saw them: my particular past, my knowledge of the
lie down; some close their eyes. At the a tall, thin man and a pregnant woman world, my way of thinking and seeing)
third bell, seven minutes later, the group crossing the terrace, indistinguishable that it becomes an art work. That doesn’t
reconvenes in the phalanx for Realizing. from other pedestrians but for flashes of mean that van Gogh’s feats of genius are
Knauss said, “A good way to think of saffron like mine. The Birds were here. imagined, or my own projection. It means
Realizing is the question: What does the only that an art work is neither a phys-
work need?” In some cases, the answer espite all the recent laboratory study, ical thing nor a viewer’s mental image
may be concrete—to be moved to a
nearby wall—but it is often abstract. Per-
D attention was for centuries a path
of humanistic exchange. The Stoics wrote
of it but something in between, created
in attentive space. The Brazilian art critic
haps a sculpture needs children climb- of prosochē, an alert attention, as a prereq- and political activist Mário Pedrosa wrote
ing on it. “It might need you to hear its uisite of moral consciousness. For Freud, of the experience as a dialogue between
song,” Knauss somewhat mysteriously gleichschwebende Aufmerksamkeit, “evenly form and perception.
noted. At the final bell, the Birds disperse. hovering attention,” was the analyst’s “It’s actually pretty straightforward,”
“Leave the scene, find somewhere quiet working mode. Burnett often cites Henry Len Nalencz, another Bird, told me at
to sit, and write down your experience James’s image of attention, in “The Wings one point. “The Birds use attention as a
of the four phases,” Knauss said. of the Dove,” as a “great empty cup” on medium—like clay or words or marble
A short while later, they meet up, usu- the table between a busy doctor and his or oil paint. You use your attention to
ally in a café, for Colloquy, in which they suffering patient—what Burnett describes make something, but only you can see
take turns describing what they went as “somewhere between an offering and the thing you’ve made. And so you have
through, distractions and all. Some Birds a readiness to be receiving.” to translate it into words to share it.”
consider Colloquy the most important In many people’s view, it is William Nalencz spent several years working
stage; it distinguishes their approach from James, Henry’s brother, who supplied the as a union organizer, but now he is an
“mindfulness” and other solo pursuits. first comprehensive American model of assistant professor of English at the Uni-
The discussion can take on an uncanny attention. In a chapter devoted to the versity of Mount St. Vincent, in the
charge. “It’s unusual to spend so much Bronx. Many of the Birds I met were ac-
time in a small group looking at one ademics. A number expressed Faustian
thing, and even more unusual to talk dismay at having mastered rigor in their
about your impressions to the point of fields without, it seemed, coming closer
the ultra-thin vibrations and the associ- to the human artistry that originally
ations they give rise to,” a Bird named stirred their interest. Joanna Fiduccia, an
Adam Jasper, an assistant professor of assistant professor of art history at Yale,
architectural history at the Chinese Uni- told me, “There is an art historian, Mi-
versity in Hong Kong, told me. “With chael Ann Holly, who writes about a
people I’ve Birded with more than a few ‘melancholic’ posture art historians have
times, I know more about how they work subject in his “Principles of Psychology” in knowing we’re never actually going to
emotionally and mentally than I have (1890), James portrayed attention as a get it right, never going to get to the
any right to.” The writer Brad Fox de- restless thing. When we think we’re hold- thing that we were drawn to in the first
scribed the experience as “seeing people ing it, our mind is winging out on er- place. Then Birding came along for me.
at their best.” rands and returning; sustained attention It was this other way of being within art
Knauss, checking her phone, seemed is, in effect, a stream of attentional mo- work that was joyously collective and yet
suddenly in a hurry. “I’m going to leave ments. Thus, despite the complexity and emergent from subjective consciousness,
you,” she said. “But first there’s a tradi- multiplicity of the world, “there is before or ‘experience.’”
tion that I give you this.” She pulled a the mind at no time a plurality of ideas.” “I think it’s a puzzle for all of us what
piece of saffron-colored cloth from one (This insight went on to frame James’s to do with—or even just how to be in
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the presence of—a work of art,” Jeff Dol-
ven, an English professor at Princeton
and a Bird, said. “Here we are together.
Well, what do we do now?” There is a
middle-school-dance aspect to the en-
deavor: people feel something real across
the room but, without a way into the
conversation, settle into wallflower anal-
ysis. For some, the Birds provide a frame-
work and an aesthetic, expressed through
a disproportionate number of pamphlets
and guides, all printed in an epigram-
matic style that might suit a fortune-tell-
er’s card table. “I remember that this pro-
tocol was a little off-putting at first—like,
are you serious with all this oldy-worldy
hear-ye typeface?” Gabriel Pérez-Bar-
reiro, a curator, told me. “But what I have
observed in many years of attentional
practice is that the more scaffolding you
put in, the freer the experience becomes.”
Unable to refrain entirely from aca-
demic habits, a subgroup of Birds have
produced their own outlandish body of
work. Early in the last decade, Burnett
and a couple of his colleagues began writ-
• •
ing and assigning articles for an imagi-
nary peer-reviewed journal devoted to referencing one another. Some articles ities scholarship’s twenty-first-century
scholarly study of the Birds. At first, the are by real scholars, while others run limits—the way that disciplines are in-
project was a way of sharing ideas about under birdy pseudonyms (“Molly Gott- creasingly pressed to approach the work
the Order’s attention work without writ- stauk”) with preposterous author biog- of human imagination with the objec-
ing about it directly. (Like the Birds them- raphies. Justin Smith-Ruiu, a writer and tive rigor of a science.
selves, I was allowed to participate in ac- a professor at the Université Paris Cité “When I look at the world, I feel that
tions on the condition that I not describe as well as an editor of “In Search of the something is being lost or actively un-
the experience in print. “My fear,” one Third Bird,” touted to me “the world- dermined,” she told me. “Sometimes it
longtime Bird said archly, “is that peo- making dimension” of it. “Our idea was: feels like attention. Sometimes it feels like
ple will mistake the description of the Let’s turn academic practice into an art imagination. Sometimes it feels like”—
thing for the thing.”) But many enjoyed form,” Smith-Ruiu said. she thought for a moment—“that thing
writing for the imaginary journal of the Even many members of the Order you wanted when you became an English
so-called Esthetical Society for Tran- describe the ESTAR(SER) work as a bit major, that sort of half-dreamed, half-
scendental and Applied Realization (now precious. “The amount of effort in the real thing you thought you were going
incorporating the Society of Esthetic book is huge, but its effect is, uh, marginal,” to be. Whatever that is: it’s under attack.”
Realizers)—or ESTAR(SER)—and some Adam Jasper said. “It sort of fits into the
seem to have enjoyed it more than their Birds’ ethos of not being concerned with ne recent afternoon, I visited an
real work. When Burnett and two co-
editors culled a selection, in 2021, they
inputs and outputs.” In a sense, it is bi-
zarre that ESTAR(SER)—an acronym that,
O Apple Store to try the company’s
new augmented-reality goggles, called
ended up with a book more than seven being two forms of the Spanish “to be,” the Apple Vision Pro. I had seen You-
hundred and fifty pages long. is largely un-Googleable—has become Tube videos of people wandering around
Landing somewhere between “Pale the Order’s public front, mounting lec- in the devices, interacting with invisible
Fire” and the formal irony of Timothy tures and exhibitions across the country. objects and making obscene-looking
McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern, the vol- (Last year, it had an exhibition at the grabby-squeezy gestures with their hands.
ume, called “In Search of the Third Frye Art Museum, in Seattle; this spring, When I put on the contraption, under
Bird,” is rendered in the voice of hap- it will present a show at the Opening the care of an employee, I found myself
less researchers trying to chase down Gallery, in Tribeca.) But that improba- trapped in a realm where my attention
the elusive Order. The articles are not bility is the point. Catherine L. Han- was at once more passive and more ac-
pure fiction—they include real atten- sen, an assistant professor at the Uni- tive than it usually was. The details of
tion scholarship—but neither are they versity of Tokyo and another editor of the world within the goggles seemed
a hundred per cent objectively true. the book, describes the project as a de- premade for my inspection: I was moved
Counterfactual histories filter in, cross- fiantly playful performance of human- from snowy Iceland to the edge of a lake
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 45
near Mt. Hood. The landscape, quiet
and perfect, with no other creatures in
sight, revealed itself in measure with my LAUNDRY
gaze; scenery came and went by way of
menus, which I called up with a button The baby’s dragged the sheets to the kitchen
near my eyes. When I watched a 3-D and now she’s stuffing them in the washer,
video clip of a girl blowing out the can- one hand lifting a wad of yellow cotton,
dles on a cake, my heart broke with lone- the other reaching down for more and more. Breathing heavy,
liness. I felt as if I were the last human she’s feeding vast swaths by the armful,
being on Earth. bent halfway into the mouth of the machine,
On the other hand, wherever my eyes a strip of skin exposed where her shirt’s ridden up,
moved, something happened. When I an edge of diaper sticking out of her pants.
opened Microsoft Word, a keyboard Who can watch a child and not feel fear
floated up. I was told to type using my like static in the background or a tinnitus you try to ignore.
eyes. I did—or, rather, D-i-d—moving This morning, in the Times, I saw the galaxy LEDA 2046648—
my gaze from letter to letter. For some- each spiral arm distinct and bright against the dark ink. Light
one used to touch-typing while some- from a billion years ago, just as the first
times ranging his eyes around the room, multicellular life emerged on Earth.
this immersion in the key-by-key pro- What are the not-quite-two years of this intent creature
cess was a surreal way to write, like driv- in the sweep of time? Her quadriceps and scapula,
ing a car from the camshaft. the alveoli of her lungs, twenty-seven bones of her hand
The idea of following visual atten- that evolved from the fin of an ancient fish.
tion through the motion of the eyes goes And her scribbly hair sticking up from her first ponytail.
back more than a century. In the eighteen- When she was in her mother’s body,
seventies, Louis Émile Javal, a French the California fires turned the air a smoky topaz
ophthalmologist with terrible glaucoma, and the sun glowed orange on the kitchen wall.
began studying tiny eye movements— Last month the floodwaters rose and seeped under the door.
he called them “saccades,” for the jerk- Still, there must be time for this, to watch her—
ing movements of horses under rein— hands deep into the doing, she’s wedded
with an aim toward understanding how to the things of this world.
people read. In the middle of the twen- When she stands, her sleeve slips down
tieth century, the Soviet psychologist and she pushes it up like any woman at work.
Alfred Yarbus (né Kraćkowski) suc-
tioned a contact lens to the surface of —Ellen Bass
the eye and traced its path across a paint-
ing. Yarbus was exploring what had long
eluded science: the mysteries of people’s that it’s actually a measurement crisis, measure glints of light off the eyes. “Now
attention to art. In his most famous ex- because the signals we are focussed on we can get a thousand people to do a
periment, involving Ilya Repin’s “They define our understanding of the field. If research project in an afternoon,” Fol-
Did Not Expect Him,” a realist paint- “attention” entails a battle for our imme- lett said. “We’ll observe not only how
ing depicting a Russian revolutionary diate gaze, then that gaze becomes the many people looked at ads or for how
returning to his family, viewers were valuable commodity, more than a slow- long but how many people clicked on the
asked to look at the canvas both freely accruing mental simmer. ads and, if they did click, whether any-
and in response to prompts, which “You have this idea of attention as an one bought things.”
changed the course of their attention. object that is traded between people, so And yet, Follett said, our minds are
In the Soviet Union, the results of the all of your science goes into measuring not merely our eyes. “Eye tracking is not
experiment could be taken to speak to this object,” Mike Follett, the managing attention, in a number of important ways,”
the power of social education. In the director of Lumen Research, which he told me. “You can look without see-
West, the notion that the eye’s atten- claims to hold the largest eye-tracking ing—and you can see without looking.”
tion was suggestible had commercial data set in the world, told me. In the Other body language signals atten-
weight. In recent decades, researchers past decade, more than half a million tion of different kinds. People watch TV
and advertisers have used updated ver- people have participated in Lumen’s screens with a posture distinct from the
sions of Yarbus’s technique: instead of studies (for which they have been paid); one they use for looking at their phones
employing a contact lens, they often the company supplies much of the raw or laptops. They read a Times article in
track the eye with infrared technology, attention data used in Dentsu’s models. a different position than they search for
a method that also helps support the At first, Lumen mailed out infrared kits flights to Paris in. The more types of
Vision Pro. to track eye movements, but the process data one admits into the science, the
But people see what they are looking was tricky. So the company created an more surprising and enigmatic the pic-
for. One theory of our attention crisis is app that uses smartphone cameras to ture of human attention becomes. By
46 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024
many measures, Follett said, one of the thing that’s real and true, not just an out- I stopped on a Saturday afternoon at
very worst advertising environments is pouring of emotions?” one of the Strother School’s adult work-
social media: “People are scrolling so tre- That afternoon, I walked around with shops, at a community center on the
mendously quickly, like on a slot ma- Loh, who had discovered Birding on her Lower East Side. Around fifty people
chine in Vegas—is it any wonder no one own, before meeting Burnett. “It felt like had shown up. A lot were under thirty.
actually looks at these ads?” One of the everything I saw in life disclosed the “Young people, many of whom I ad-
most valuable advertising spaces, accord- same thing, which was that the world mired, were coming up to me and being,
ing to his data, is next to long, absorb- was more interesting than the image of like, ‘I need to be more productive,’” the
ing articles from trusted publications. it in my head,” she recalled. The Birds’ school’s founding program director, Peter
“It turns out that attention to adver- injunctions against studium, interpreta- Schmidt, a former student of Burnett’s,
tising is a function of attention to con- tion, and judgment seemed to her to told me. “But, once they’re in the room,
tent,” he explained. A general schlock- apply to people, too. “You’re not sup- you can create the conditions where less
ification of material may have helped posed to use people, or to think that you tangible experiences emerge.”
create a mirage of shortening attention. understand what they’re about,” she said. We sat in a big circle of chairs; day-
“Maybe people do not have time to spend “What is the thing you do with a per- light streamed through a set of floor-to-
looking at a thirty-six-second ad—or son that’s adequate to the thing they ceiling windows.
maybe they just don’t do it on Facebook,” are? And my best pass at that is: atten- “In a moment, what I’m going to do
he went on. “So Facebook responds by tion. You attend to them.” is invite you to choose some spot in this
developing new advertising products For some, the practice of people at- room that you can focus your eyes on,”
meant to work in five or six seconds.” tending together makes up not only an Schmidt said. “Then I’m going to invite
The platforms, in this way, produce their ethics but a politics. Kristin Lawler, a you, keeping your eyes fixed, to notice
own ecology of scarceness. “I don’t know sociology professor at Mount St. Vin- something at the edge of your vision.”
if it’s chicken or egg,” he said. cent and the author of a scholarly mono- He waited ten seconds while we did
graph on surfing, was drawn to Birding the exercise, then rang a bell.
or most people, attention is not a for, as she put it, “the idea that people “To recap, you had your eyes fixed on
F point of visual focus but something
nearer to a warm breeze through an open
can create their own world together.”
She went on, “The flood of images that
some point, and then some other part of
you was moving throughout your field
window, carrying fragrances from far are coming toward us all the time are of vision,” he said. “The question here is:
away. We feel its power when we read destroying our subjectivity.” It left indi- What was that part of you? What moved?”
an absorbing novel. We find it when we viduals, especially young ones, less room Attention, of course. Schmidt’s exer-
visit a new place and notice everything to decide for themselves what they were cise made a point of teasing out the dif-
for the first time. To Maurice Merleau- interested in. Reclaiming attention, in ference between a movement of the mind
Ponty, the mid-century phenomenolo- that way, was an act of resistance. and a movement of the eye.
gist, attention was the inconvenient truth People of all stripes have tended to For the next two hours, there were
of modernity, the heart of why both em- agree. In the new book “The Anxious other short practices to isolate and cul-
pirical science and pure inner reason were Generation,” the sociologist and pundit tivate attention. A producer and d.j. called
doomed to fall short of capturing the Jonathan Haidt links smartphone tech- Troy (Bachtroy) Mitchell, who had long
world as it truly was. Modernity prized nology to escalating teen depression and locs and a lime-green fleece, played an
objective measurement and transmissi- other ill effects. “The members of Gen experimental piece of his four times, in-
ble bodies of knowledge over experience, Z are . . . test subjects for a radical new structing the participants to listen in a
and yet, for millennia, experience was in- way of growing up, far from the real-world different way with each repetition. Loh
timately tied to knowledge: our elders interactions of small communities in and a colleague took a group of people
were our sages. which humans evolved,” he writes. “It’s onto the balcony to study the cityscape:
“Objectivity is a big success, but it as if they became the first generation to directly, in selfie mode, backward (in the
scorches the earth of the experiential and grow up on Mars.” black mirror of a switched-off phone),
makes it merely ‘personal,’” Burnett pos- Seeking a response, Lawler, Len and with eyes closed. Then they gath-
ited one day over a meal at the Water- Nalencz, and others have begun teach- ered in a small circle, Bird style, to re-
mill Center, in Southampton, New York, ing through an institution that they count their experiences.
where a group of Birds have had a cou- helped form, the Strother School of Rad- Nalencz told me about the school’s
ple of residencies through the support ical Attention. (It was named for Mat- origins. “I met these great people in the
of the artist Robert Wilson. A small din- thew Strother, a young Bird who died, Birds, but who were they? Academics,
ing hall was crowded with them: Loh, last year, of cancer.) The school, run by artists, mostly white,” he said. And yet
Fox, and others. “Phenomenology was an organization called the Friends of the greatest victims of attention preda-
saying, Hey, why not go back to experi- Attention, holds workshops in New York tion, he thought, were young people from
ence and not break it across the knee into public schools; for adults, it offers eve- under-resourced communities, who, like
objectivity and subjectivity, leaving the ning courses and free weekend “Atten- some of his students, were able to access
subjective discarded as weak?” Burnett tion Labs.” “Because one doesn’t have to public culture mostly through their
said. “Can we go back to the experien- be a Bird to produce some of these same phones. “I felt a double need to try to
tial and hold it close—but make some- effects,” Burnett said. get to students who I thought were really
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smart but (a) wouldn’t show up at the loved the rogueness.” At the edges of the fore “The Giantess (The Guardian of
Met because of class reasons and (b) only Order, though, a new vanguard is taking the Egg),” by Leonora Carrington—a
have phones, not books.” shape. “What I feel is extremely impor- surreal painting of a woman being
One of his students had been Jahony tant about these practices is that they are swarmed by birds. The group, two tim-
Germosen, a senior English major who open, and people have absolute liberty to orous young men and two women in
was born in the Dominican Republic reinvent and adapt them,” someone who rain parkas, looked nonthreatening, but,
and grew up in the Bronx. Although asked to be identified only as Daphne, by the time the Realizing bell sounded,
she’d got A’s in Nalencz’s classes, her at- and who worked at a trans-community- guards were on alert, peering around di-
tendance was irregular. Nalencz chal- support organization in Montreal, told viding walls and texting. Visitors rubber-
lenged her to fix that—and then to try me. “The way I practice with people in necked, as if entranced by—what? Re-
something else. Montreal is very different from the way actions of that sort are standard.
“He was, like, ‘I’m a part of this non- I practice when I’m with the people who “You quickly find that even museums,
profit organization. . . . I want you to introduced me to it.” places supposedly devoted to art, aren’t set
come,’” Germosen said. She did, and The people with whom Daphne prac- up for people doing more than the stan-
the experience moved her. tices in Montreal are largely sex workers. dard fifteen seconds per painting,” Bur-
“I don’t know how to describe the “They have a relationship with the city nett said. Recent art vandalisms have led
feeling,” she told me. “Sometimes the that’s engaged with the history of the vi- to tightened security, but there has always
world makes everything and everyone olent eradication of sex workers in the been pressure. (Among New York volées,
seem so replaceable, like they lack value. red-light district,” she said. One of the the Guggenheim is considered the most
But then you come here, and it’s, like, actions centered on the façade of a de- laissez-faire.) In 2014, Nalencz initiated
no, everything matters. You matter. That funct strip club. A few weeks later, the an action on a mural, by Julie Mehretu, in
building matters.” When she realized club burned down, in what she believes the lobby of the Goldman Sachs build-
that the youngest facilitator at the was arson: one more piece of that world ing in lower Manhattan—a piece that
Strother School was an ancient twenty- eradicated. Their attention, Daphne felt, the company touted as being on public
seven, she applied to join the staff. That had meant something. “It would have display, visible to passersby through the
afternoon, it was Germosen who began been very different if I’d gathered with lobby’s large windows. As soon as Birds
to close out the workshop. that same group of people and attended began to gather on the sidewalk, security
Not all Birds have found comfort in to, like, a Donald Judd,” she said. told them to leave. Under Nalencz’s in-
the group’s increasing public openness. struction, they went on to attend to the
“I haven’t been active in a lot of years,” ne rainy afternoon, I watched an mural through the windows. Police came.
Dorothea von Moltke, a co-owner of
Labyrinth Books, in Princeton, New Jer-
O action that a New York Bird had
called at the New Museum. When the
“Tell me where the public sidewalk
is,” Nalencz said to the officers. “We’re
sey, told me. “The performance aspect of first bell rang, four Birds emerged from just looking at the art work.”
it was not ever where my interest was—I the crowd to settle into the phalanx be- “But nobody’s looking,” a guard
pointed out. True enough: the Negation
phase had begun. One Bird was study-
ing the bushes. Another had seemingly
gone to sleep.
“This is a performance,” an officer
averred. “You got a permit?”
Nalencz looked at the officer, at the
other Birds, and back at the officer. He
leaned in confidentially. “I mean, it’s not
much of a performance, is it?” he said.
The structure that I learned from
Knauss—Encounter, Attending, Nega-
tion, Realizing—is what’s known, within
the Order, as the Standard Protocol.
Many variations have been devised.There
is the Vetiver Protocol, for attendance
to fragrances. There is the Protocol of
the Sea Watch, to be done in water. (Its
final step: “Resurface; lose your gills.”)
Some inventions are soon forgotten, but
the most successful endure. While meet-
ing up with Birds in Shanghai and Bei-
rut, two places where participants in
“They say registering online should take ten minutes public, semi-performative gatherings
to two days, depending on my computer skills.” could face real risk, Burnett helped de-
velop a walk-by form of action, called travelling trunk in a corner of the office George Washington Bridge, not far
the Doppler Protocol: Attending hap- of Cody Upton, the executive director away. The Birds had had it in their sights
pens on the approach to the work; Ne- of the American Academy of Arts and for years. Car passengers might catch
gation is the instant of reaching it; and Letters. Poring over the documents, I a glimpse of it from the side as they
Realization happens over the shoulder, noticed that there were no records of sped past, but there was no way to see
while walking away. “We call it an Or- actions before 2010. I talked to Hansen. it from a stable position. Then, last year,
phic Realization, à la Orpheus,” Burnett “I would recommend that you speak to the Port Authority reopened the George
said. Back in New York, he tried it on Jeff Dolven and Sal Randolph,” she said Washington Bridge’s long-dormant
the statue of Christopher Columbus in at last. “These are people who most north walk, making the piece newly vis-
Columbus Circle, with the Birds attend- likely witnessed the big bang.” ible to pedestrians.
ing as they walked up Eighth Avenue. Dolven, when I asked, laughed. I arrived on site early. On the ap-
One of the most affecting proto- “When I started practicing, I was not proach, I passed Brad Fox sitting on a
cols is the Prosphorion, performed on particularly aware of other bus-stop bench in a navy
an object of great importance that has Birdish activity,” he said raincoat; in the Birdish way,
become inaccessible. In the protocol, opaquely. “It was me and he registered no recogni-
one of the participants “becomes” that Graham and Sal Ran- tion.The walkway was lined
object. Nalencz once became “Tilted dolph. . . .” He drifted off. on each side by a chain-link
Arc,” the Richard Serra sculpture in- “Have you talked to Sal?” fence and a green rail. Cy-
stalled in Foley Square and removed, Randolph, an artist and clists sliced around the
in 1989, after controversy. Again, he was a writer who published a curves. On rough ground,
accosted by a guard. “I’m the sculpture!” book called “The Uses of near a utility truck, lay an
he cried, and stood unyieldingly, in a Art,” arranged to meet me elegant steel-and-concrete
“Tilted Arc” sort of way. (The guard at a large Think Coffee in sculpture, as if someone had
said, in a downtown sort of way, “Oh, Manhattan. Her hair was set it down in the course of
O.K.,” and moved on.) cropped short and dyed a deep blue. She a journey and forgot to pick it up again.
I was never able to see the Prospho- told me she’d grown interested in atten- I noticed a familiar figure loping up the
rion. But a number of Birds told me tion in the late nineties, while making walkway: Burnett, with a gray hoodie
that the protocol carried unexpected art in Provincetown. “You spend all win- pulled over his head.
emotional weight. In the final phase, ter making a body of work, which you A minute later, Nalencz followed,
the absent object “attends to you.” “Peo- then show for two weeks in the sum- wearing a black jacket and a sports cap
ple cry, or go into trance states,” Cath- mer,” she said. “People were doing this that said “PILSNER.” I saw Loh, then
erine Hansen said. “It is very difficult very familiar-looking dance: I approach Fox, then Kristin Lawler. The group
not to think of things that you have lost the work of art, I tilt my head a little bit, eventually fell into the phalanx at the
or are missing.” Caitlin Sweeney, the di- I give a little nod, and I step away to the north arc of the walkway. A gray-haired
rector of digital publications for the next piece. It lasts two or three seconds.” man joined them for a moment, trying
Wildenstein Plattner Institute, which For months of painting, the response to see what they were seeing. When the
produces catalogues raisonnés, was so seemed preposterously meagre. “I had bell chimed for Negation, the Birds
moved by the “Tilted Arc” action that this sense that art, poetry, cultural work moved out of formation. Burnett stud-
she passed along a written account of is being wasted at a phenomenal rate.” ied a drainage grate. Fox found a quiet
it to a friend who worked for Serra. To In 2010, Randolph met Burnett on a place to lie down.
her surprise, she received an enthusias- panel. He worked with Dolven, and the A wind rose all at once. The waters
tic response from Serra’s wife, and the three of them started talking. “We began of the Hudson darkened to a moody
account was added to the studio’s dos- to think of art works in need of atten- gray. The walkway traced a horseshoe
sier for the sculpture, making the Birds’ tion that they don’t receive,” she said. I shape around the sculpture, and, on an
art of attention part of the artist’s re- told her I’d found no direct record of impulse, Nalencz called Realizing while
cord of his most notorious piece. Order activity before then. Did that align leading the group to a position on the
Such evidence of the Order’s reach with her understanding of its origins? other side of the curve. They made a
made me wonder more about its ori- She was silent. “It aligns with my sense new phalanx, facing the opposite di-
gins. Sweeney wasn’t sure where the of when a group of people got to know rection: five people giving everything
Birds came from. Adam Jasper told me, each other,” she offered at last, then met to an art work hidden for years. Could
“You see things that make you suspect my gaze squarely. “But this is really old.” it have been my own imagination that
that this has been going on for a long the steel flanks of the sculpture seemed
time, but I don’t know. I’ve virtually ac- n one of my last visits with Bur- to flash with new importance under the
cused Graham Burnett of inventing the
practice.” Burnett said, “I’ve always
O nett, I found him in a bubbly mood.
A Bird action would take place that
force of their attention?
It was sunset now; the skyline of
thought it’s somehow French.” I went evening—“a full-on, paramedics-of- New Jersey carried a thin wire of gold.
to look through an archive of unpub- attention situation,” he explained. The I watched the group wield their strange
lished writeups of Bird actions, which, work, a public sculpture by Peter Lund- power on the art work, and it was one
for arcane reasons, was housed in a large berg, was encircled by a ramp of the of the most real things I have ever seen. 
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50 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 ILLUSTRATION BY JON KLASSEN


H
e footed off his shoes, the of the thick cypress in front of it, a few And then his wife came back from
logs balanced on an arm, and metres from the cabin. The thick, furred the window where she’d been settled,
tugged the door shut. Behind cypress seemed animate, wallowed in watching the pine. As if to keep watch
him the rain slanted into the open porch some conflict with the pine, as if it were would stop something happening.
in tight, rattling crescendos. Pulsed with trying to hold the other tree back. —It’s definitely moved.
the crashing wind. —It’s come over, she said. He looked down. The floor was busy
It’s foul out there, he called, but she —It’s just the wind. with farm toys, frozen mid-event.
wasn’t in the main room. —No, the tree’s tipped. It’s near the —It will just knock the power off. If
He saw the signs of water ingress in lines. it hits the lines, the power will cut.
the planks below the cabin windows. A Three high-voltage cables passed He looked out uncertainly at the
wet stain that caught the light. Every au- overhead, between the line of trees and soaking-wet lawn.
tumn. Every autumn, he thought, we say the cabin. They’d had them assessed. A —Anyway, the pine won’t hit the
we’ll seal the planks. She’d put towels surveyor had come out and done checks, lines. It can’t get through the cypress.
down where the rain had been driven in. explained the readings, confirmed that He looked at the tide lines of bright
When he stepped from the doormat there was less emittance from the lines clutter all about the place. Lines
onto the wooden floor he felt the damp than a microwave could give off. The pushed by the waves of play—the dis-
sock under his left big toe, the result of surveyor said whatever hum she could arrayed plastic farm animals, a black-
prising off the right shoe. With the wind hear, it wasn’t from the lines. and-white cow.
baffled by the walls, the spat of the rain He watched the tree. The power lines Rain sprayed the windows.
seemed even louder as it thrashed the that seemed to vibrate tightly in the It was like being in an ark.
low metal roof. gale. The branches lashing. —It’s like being in an ark, isn’t it?
She’ll be trying to get the little one Years back, on one of the local farms, He raised his voice for the little one
down for an afternoon nap. That’s why a line had come down on a wet field full to hear through the sound of the tele-
she hasn’t responded.The little one whom of cattle. The farmer had to watch, wait, vision in her headphones.
they hadn’t expected to have—the child for the electricity to be switched off. A —What’s an ark?
who was at once a present fundamental worker from the power company had It won’t hit the wires.
fact but, even though she was walking to get to the substation and shut it off The lights in the cabin dimmed then,
now, and talking, still bewildering. by hand. Meanwhile the animals filled for a fraction of a second.
He went into the middle room, knelt with electricity, some of them immo-
by the wood burner, and set the logs lating, burning up then in the wet field. •
down, placing them loosely around the That was decades back. The system The pine was leaning farther into the
fireguard, trying not to knock them to- was different now. Centralized. It would cypress. It looked now not as if it were
gether loudly, even though that wouldn’t cut out immediately. grasping stupidly, furiously at the out-
be heard above the weather. A thwack, rattle, as a stick hit and of-reach power lines with the fine-
Tiny drops of wet mist silvered his rolled across the ridge of the roof. needled tips of its branches. It looked
jumper. There were sticks all over the lawn. now to be reaching intently toward them,
I should have put a coat on. The wool Ripped whips of evergreen, bare staves with one long curled stretch.
won’t dry properly. of dismantled ash. Torn leaves stuck to He tried to look up at the lines.
Two weeks. Nearly two weeks the windows. He knew without turning that she
we’ve been waiting. No heating. Still • was back at the window. He felt an un-
no engineer. wanted stonelike sensation that, with
It was wearing. If they wanted hot As the light fell, the cabin seemed en- everything else in motion, the whole
water they had to use the kettle or heat cased in a translucent shell. The world world made fluid, she was the only still
up a pan on the hob. through the windows melting repeat- thing, the middle of the gyre, around
He went into the little one’s bed- edly, running into pools of itself. Re- which the calamity whirled.
room, keeping the arm he’d used for making. Running again. He looked back then.
the logs forearm-up so specks of wood Sporadically, the crack of a thorn log His daughter had her eyes right on
and torn bark wouldn’t fall on the car- from the wood burner broke through him, watching him, as the flecks came
peted floor. There she was, asleep, de- the gray noise of the storm; the gurgle down through the sky and the rain
spite the storm. of rain choked the guttering, overspill- hacked into the ground.
His wife was standing at the win- ing in silvery beads that spacked against The storm will blow itself out. Surely.
dow. He could see the concerned set of the cabin planks. It’s going to blow itself out.
her, the tightened curve of the tensed He found it abstractly peaceful. The
muscles behind her jaw. little one rapt in headphones, the win- •
—What is it? he asked. dow nearest the television glowing and In the main room, rainwater seeped be-
Her eyes were fixed on the high stand coloring with the reflection of her car- tween the joins below the window
of pines at the edge of the lawn. They toon on the glass. frame, gathered momentarily on the
whipped and flailed. One of the heavier He was sure the wind was dropping, upper edges of the thick, angled planks,
pines seemed to be leaning into the crown that the rain had begun to abate. then ran down to the f loor. The tea
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 51
towel she’d set there was sopping. sort of care, and let it drop into a gap to the tree itself that coached him—
—It’s coming into her bedroom, too. in the woodpile. another foot. By foot. Feet that flut-
—Yes. He moved the axe. He caught sight tered in the chasmic moments of the
—It’s wetted the carpet. of the telescopic polesaw. The ladder depthless blank space between the rungs.
—I know. rapped against the roof as a rail of wind As he passed the rope he’d tied to
It didn’t use to come in. It didn’t use came in. bind the ladder to the tree, he smelled
to get through. There’s just so much It’s just one branch. salt, the white stains of brine washed
force now, in the weather. out around the trunk. A fizz to it. A
He looked at the black clouds of • tiny wildness. The sea of the storm. The
mold on the double doors that led onto If he looked up, the rain drove into his crash of the wind. And above, in the
the lawn. eyes and sawdust dropped onto his face. dim light now, again the static crackle,
—You never did the sealant. The air gurned. like some failing radio device. A per-
—I know. Each time the wind snatched the cussion of crisp sharp electrical clicks.
—I bought it ages ago. sail of the upper branches, the thin blade Down, a primal thump in the heart
Water seeped through the panels in of the polesaw bounced on the branch. of the tree again, down, toward the swirl-
the doors, too. He had no control with his arm up- ing pit of the ground.
She let the door of the sink unit slam. stretched—this is stupid, what am I
—Where are the candles? They’re doing? This is stupid—tidal lurches lift- •
always in there. Why aren’t they? ing through his body. And then the lad- —Call someone.
If they send people out they’ll just der skidded slightly, the saw blade twist- —I did. I have. What were you think-
butcher the ground, he thought. It’ll ing stuck in the branch, the pole slipping ing? What were you doing?
just be butchered. There’ll be Land Rov- from his hand to hang out of reach mid- The resin would not come off his
ers and trucks. The lane will be ruined. air. And he thought he was down. A hands, the side of his face.
For one branch. It’s just one branch. sickening creak—he thought he would
—I’m going to put her down. go—as the ladder lost purchase on the •
—O.K. I’ll just go out and check wet bark and bit into the beach rope The rain had stopped, and against the
things. I’ll get more logs. that held it fast. saturated dark wet of everything the as-
I’ll get it done. I’ll just get it done, His stomach dropped. Seemed to sessor, passing purposely among the
and it will take the worry off. spin out into the wind and he just hugged trees in a white helmet and hi-vis jacket,
It’s just one main branch. the mast of the tree as everything tossed looked like one of the little one’s toy
and broke and waved, his sodden face builder figures.
• pressed into the skin of the trunk, and There was sparse light left now.
For a moment the space within the porch his head filling with a reptilian hiss. —I’ll go out.
felt taut, like a chest full of air—it had He felt a pure, infantile fear. The He stepped into his boots and pulled
the pressured imminence of held breath. smell of pencils. The cold metal smell up the waterproof trousers he’d left at-
Then the gust dropped. of the ladder. There was a static crackle tached around them.
It was exhilarating, to step out. There above him. And it froze his blood. His —It’s better if I go out.
was a sort of abandon, stepping into body filled with a heavy ice.
the storm. A c-cr-crackle again. The pole of the •
• saw like some clock weight, swinging. It had been an hour since the storm had
It flashed into his mind to leap, to lost force. Abated. But the air seemed
He coiled the lengths of rope he’d picked hurl himself into the swell of the cy- laden, held a sense it was not done.
up over time at the nearby beach, the salt- press. But he could not move. Fat drops fonked onto the cabin’s roof,
bleached cords almost friable, impossibly You’re on a metal ladder. fell heavily from the surrounding trees;
dry in the small shell of the woodshed. He stared out. Crackle. His eyes the lane ran with rills of water, deepen-
It’s one branch. dropped to the field beyond, the mole- ing channels in the softened mud.
No one will come out to deal with hills like compact heaps of ash.
it in this. Move. •
A small, compacted wasp clung to He could not look up. Move. He —You tried to go up it?
the fibres of the blue rope, drawn in on could not look down. In the storm light The assessor’s question was accusatory.
itself, in some suspended sleep. It was the ladder glowed against the water- Seeing the ladder against the trunk
possible to believe only that some out- logged pine. The air rasped. now, he recognized how big the tree re-
side agency had stilled the wasp. It was Fall. Just get off the ladder. ally was. How short the ladder was
not possible to believe that the thing From deep inside the tree, he heard— against the thick pine.
had cast itself into that state. he felt—a primitive, arrhythmic beat. A The polesaw swung above them.
It seemed completely abstract with slow basal drumming. Negligible.
the storm raging all around. Crackle. —Yes.
He loosened the wasp, teased it out Down. Get down. —Hear those clicks?
using the frayed end of the rope with a He lowered a foot—gave up agency Crisp taps in the air.
52 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024
—That’s arcing. That’s electricity middle room. With the electricity off, metallic clinks of the climber’s gear.
jumping from the wires. in the light of the fire, she looked not Thunk. The climber kicked his spikes
A sort of motion sickness came over softened but smaller and more serious. into the trunk. Stepped. Flicked the first
him. The quick throttles of the saws told loop over the second. Leaned. Thunk.
—Two metres that current can jump. him that they were cutting away the Stepped.
At least. bramble, the spurs, ridding the area of When he came level with the ropes
Again, the ground seemed to lose its the thin thorn first. that bound the ladder to the tree, the
certainty. An illusion—just the wind, climber took a pruning saw from a scab-
pushing through the cluster of bramble • bard at his waist and cut them. The lad-
at the foot of the trees—exaggerated as The wind was a low hiss. It gave the der came down.
the f luid wake of adrenaline went sense it was circling the place, an un- Thunk. Spike.
through him. easy beast stalking a clearing, at the cen- The climber climbed slowly, rhyth-
Then he saw that the ground was ter of which was the pine. As if the pine mically. The only break in his rhythm
actually moving. The earth around the were some quarry that it wanted to rush, came when he stopped to remove a bro-
pines lifting. It seemed to swell and ex- and take down. ken spur, a partial branch, the awkward
hale deep within the brier. To pulse as Everything seemed unreal in the side shoots that disrupted his route up
the wind swayed the high trees. whiteness of the floodlights. the thick trunk.
In the crepuscular light, each tree He watched the tree surgeons. The As he climbed, he seemed to be fur-
trunk seemed to be growing from some groundman and the climber, and two ther quelling the wind. It was his pace,
breathing, harbored animal. younger-looking lads who were clear- the controlled process, as if he were some
The assessor walked past the tilted ing the brash, every so often looking sort of handler.
pine and stopped at the neighboring nervously at the swaying tree and the When he got to the branch, the
tree. He watched the pad of its base lift, lifting bubble of the ground around its climber wrested the blade of the polesaw
the root ball loosened in the soaked trunk. He saw the climber kick his foot from it and let the saw drop. He secured
ground, the weight of the mast pitch- spikes into the trunk and lean back into himself, and began to rearrange his clips.
ing in the wind. his rope. Saw him flick the looser sec- The rain that blew from the branches
Then the assessor went off, kicking ond loop higher up the trunk with a caught the mesh of his visor, made the
through the bramble as if it disgusted quick, snapped action and then lean out visor look like some medieval face guard.
him, already on his phone. again into the tension of the line as the It’s moving, the climber said. And
—It’s a switch-off. I don’t need to groundman below him took in the slack. then, in Welsh, Mae’n symud digon.
see it, I can hear it. I’ll give you the pole Above them, the polesaw hung, still The others were just standing watch-
numbers. bitten into the tree, swinging in the ing now. Watching him get set.
• wind, knocking against the trunk. Dull, He was right at the edge of the light
redundant thuds, jeered by the bright that welled up from the work flood, the
It was dark by the time the three trucks
from the power company came up the
lane, and from the cabin they saw the
beams of the lights swirl and scan in
the field beyond the line of pines.
The wind was lessening all the time
now. It had lessened, but still it gusted.
Gusts that landed thick and heavy.
He thought of the lane. The mash of
it, with the fat tires of the heavy vehi-
cles, the wet ground at the field gateway.
When the tree surgeons saw the lad-
der—as they came into the line of pines,
with head torches and handheld flood-
lights, voices loud over the wind, swear-
ing as they went into the bramble and
the overgrowth—twice he heard the
word. Twice he heard them say “hero.”

The little one flinched when the carack
of two chainsaws ripped out, looked
about to wake. But she stirred only, ad-
justing her position on the sofa cush- “Hey! If you’re here to marvel at the smallness of your existence within
ions they’d laid down as a bed in the a glorious, vast, and unknowable universe, there’s a line!”
pine reaching away into the dark above portioned. Two-thirds leg. He looked take a measured mouthful of tea. Con-
him, his chainsaw slung from a short tall and thin and very strong. trolled.
rope off his belt. He took off his helmet. She looked flushed. Her pupils wid-
When he swung the climbing rope Without the helmet, he seemed older. ened in the candlelight.
up toward the next strong branch his He didn’t look as if he had come down —New storms, see. Twenty-year
eyes followed the throw, the beam of fully from the tree. storms all the time now. With the cli-
his head torch cutting a bar like a search- Another of the trucks started up. It mate, said the groundman.
light, illuminating bright gems of resin spun briefly on the wet field, then got Then the climber spoke.
on the bark, making the moisture the onto the lane, and he saw the two —You’ll have to sort the others.Those
wind blew from the surrounding trees other pines. They’ll all be over.
shine like diamond spits of rain. Her question came, a glance at him.
Then the beam settled on the wet —Once you get one, like that, they’ll
grasping arm of the branch that reached all go. If they’re planted together in a
for the wires. Circled in compact, fluid stand like that. If they’ve grown together
loops of light with the uneasy move- for years, and one goes over.
ment of the tree. He couldn’t help but think of his
He was thinking of the wasp. He grandparents. How they’d died within
could not move it from his mind. The weeks of each other.
strange astral sense that had emanated The climber seemed momentarily
from it, motionless, in the lash of the younger tree surgeons as they drove distant again. He took another mea-
storm. past, white-faced in the light that was sured sip of the tea.
The chainsaw kicked in then. Raw, on in the cab. —It’s not the trees that go. It’s the
gruelling yowls, splitting in short, sau- • ground.
rian bursts amid the fall and crash of Then the lights blazed on.The cooker
dropped branches. A clang, sometimes, The climber sat on the high stool in the clock. And the television box whirred.
from the ladder, as it became more and cabin. He was tall enough that he had
more buried. to extend his legs out and away from •
• the stool. The groundman was on a chair By the early hours, there was barely a
at the kitchen table. murmur.
The gap in the line of pines was bla- She’d found candles, and everything A soft sheet of wind. A sense of fa-
tant. The air smelled of resin, of spent was softly lit. tigued relief.
fuel. —Sugar? The electrical noise of the house.
On the ground, the severed branch —Three. Diolch. Thank you. Quiet, persistent. Over-present.
looked oversized. Looked so big now it Three. After the tempest, it was unnerving.
was down. There was not a fleck of fat on the Since the child had been born, sleep
A truck started up, and over the small climber. His hands, which were resting was like some sort of raft he just had to
belling sounds of the climbing gear on the worktop, looked astonishingly climb onto. But tonight it lapped away
being packed away he heard the ground strong but not thickened up like a farm- beyond reach on his ebbing adrenaline.
mash under the vehicle as it turned in er’s might be, or blistered and dirty; He got up from the pullout bed where
the field, briefly lit the trees in silhou- there was no visible middle age around most nights now he slept, threw on the
ette, and then slushed through the field his jaw, his cheeks. waterproofs and coat over his sleeping
gateway, spattering onto the lane and His very pale blue eyes moved slowly clothes, and went outside.
away past the cabin. around the cabin, as if he were waiting With the wind dropped, in the light
The groundman looked at his for something to pass, or to leave him. from the porch the lawn looked brushed
watch. He was looking at the construction. as if with some deliberate care.
—Should get you back on now. At how the logs fitted one onto the other.
Won’t be long. They want us to do it The pan sissed as she lifted it from •
within an hour. Sixty minutes. We get the gas hob and poured the boiled water. The lopped-off branches of the pine
fined otherwise. —Ta. Diolch. He lifted the tea im- were heaped around the foot of the trunk,
It seemed that cutting off the branch mediately, his hand around the hot cup, the several yards of the tree left stand-
had stopped the storm. It was strangely and took a sip. ing thick and scaled in the beam of his
quiet. It’s the sugar. He wants the sugar. torch. Great flanks of cut cypress lay liv-
—Do you want tea? Something? he He’s in a sort of self-controlled shock. idly green in among the dropped brash.
asked the groundman. We can make tea The groundman, too, was looking The field beyond was marred with
on the gas. around at the cabin. dark tracks. The ground at the gateway
Away from the felled timber, the —Lot down tonight. mutilated.
climber got out of his harnesses. Stepped —People don’t manage them is the He turned the torch back to the
out of the straps and belts. thing, the climber said. sprawled offcut. The sheer quantity of
On the ground he seemed oddly pro- He saw his wife watch the climber foliage he would have to clear up. The
54 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024
springy, wrinkled cables of pine. The No one had come to tend to the other at the expression he’d seen in her eyes
spiked, needled brush. The sectioned pines. No one could come for weeks. before, on a plane during the dropping
heavier boughs. Everyone with a chainsaw license was thump of turbulence, at the thick dress-
There was a sense of murder, of an clearing the wind strikes and the fall ing gown she wore, the pelt that cov-
attack that had passed. from the storm. ered the hot-water bottle in her hands.
In the remaining trunk, the climbing And then, from somewhere, the —Shall I lift her into the cot?
spikes had made repeated, triangular cuts, memory rose. The rabbit burrow they’d He could tell before she answered.
like bite marks in an animal’s neck. dug into last summer, while trenching He understood, because he, too, felt
the potatoes. The curved shallow run that the little one had become, to each
• they’d found within the soil. The col- of them separately, their most safe
He angled the branch into the drum, lapsed earth dropping and rising, seem- point. That if they were within reach
thick end first, and the branch bucked ing to lift with the rhythm of breath- of her breath the rest of the world went
and sprung as if consciously flinch- ing. He’d felt a primeval disquiet, some away. Nothing more mattered, not even
ing from the spinning blades. More anciently imprinted caution that he had each other.
than a week had passed since the storm to breach, and then a protean jolt when I miss you, he wanted to say. I miss
while they waited for a wood chipper the thing moved, when he saw the black you beyond any means I have of cop-
to come available. globular eye of the exposed kit, itself ing with the distance you have gone.
He pushed the branch deeper, until some hole, the entrance to some com- —I’ll go on the pullout. It’s fine, he’d
the blades themselves chewed the re- pact endless tunnel. said.
maining length through. Bent again An unnerve welled in his stomach. He shut his eyes. He expected to see
for another from the pile he’d so far A slow whelm like the ground moving, again the bright, white wires of electric-
dragged to the gate. the slow rock of the trees. ity playing through the dark. But all he
He felt strangely detached in his ear- It’s the ground. We just have to hope saw was his child, asleep under her blan-
muffs, the white chips loosing from the that the ground holds. kets, her eyes moving quickly below the
chute and escaping out onto the gate- thin lids, as if she looked out at some
way that was all turned to mud. • incoming weather front.
The heavier chips had flown farther He went to their bedroom, looked in
from the machine, taken through the on the little one, asleep, small on the •
air by their own weight. Then there were double bed. Her scream smashed him from sleep.
progressively smaller chunks. The patch He remembered how he’d stood like Her scream and a wakening to a flash
closest to the chipper was little more this, watching her sleep, just after the so total there were no shadows, her skin
than sawdust, f loured around by the electricity had been turned back on fol- and the little one’s skin bright electric
slightest breeze. lowing the storm. And then he’d seen white, her screaming his name, then a
He pressed the red Off button, what he thought must be the tree sur- pitch blackness, a shotgun blast, and
pushed the earmuffs to his neck. Lis- geons’ torches, flashes of light that played again the light, and her screaming, It’s
tened to the declining spin of the blades across the window. He’d moved the cur- down, there’s another one down, it’s
as the residual energy went from them. tain to one side and seen a cackle of down on the line.
Took off his gloves. They were sticky small lightning lick up around the ce- It’s come down. It’s come down on
with resin, the marks like those a stick- ramic insulators on the power lines, the lines.
ing plaster would leave on your skin. blaze around the top of the pole that As he lifted the little one, the flash
He looked at the piled branches and carried the wires. came again, and a searing crash. A haptic
offcuts by the fence. The stuff he could He remembered how the dizzying infrasound through their bodies. Zrum.
chop into logs he’d put to one side. fear had hit him, as he ran out to the Then again. Then again. Light. Three
He’d barely made a difference to the groundman and the climber, who were times, the snatched glimpse of them so
mess around the tree. He hadn’t even walking back to their truck. The water forcefully burned into his eyes that he
done enough to free the polesaw from rilling in the lane. The lips of the thought he’d been killed each time, that
the cut-away brash. churned mud. How he’d called, It’s light- he had grabbed that look at them just
You just have to keep going. You just ing up, it’s lighting up. It’s sparking. before he burst into flame.
have to keep going until it’s done. And how the groundman had just said, Get out. It’s over the roof. Get out!
It’s the salt. From the wind. It’s burn- The air was like the sea. The storm
• ing off the salt. alive. Stepping off the porch like leav-
Late in the afternoon, he noticed the He looked at the little one now for ing a boat, into the deep crashing water.
floury sawdust blow back across the ma- a long while, listening to her strong, If the power’s in the ground. If the
chine. Settle on his sleeve, his fleece. purposeful breaths and the sea sound force is in the wet ground.
The wind had swung. of the air shifting the pines. He heard The cattle, catching fire. His tiny
He took off the earmuffs. Looked the wind picking up, intensifying again. child in his arms. 
up at the high line of trees. Noticed, From the same direction the last storm
overhead, a countless crowd of seagulls had come. NEWYORKER.COM
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THE CRITICS

A CRITIC AT LARGE

TOWER IN FLAMES
What kind of right is academic freedom?

BY LOUIS MENAND

T
he congressional appearance that of academic freedom, a right that room or in the public square. The key
last month by Nemat Shafik, derives from the role the university plays event was the founding, in 1915, of the
the president of Columbia Uni- in American life. Professors don’t work American Association of University
versity, was a breathtaking “What was for politicians, they don’t work for trust- Professors, which is, among other things,
she thinking?” episode in the history of ees, and they don’t work for themselves. an academic-freedom watchdog.
academic freedom. It was shocking to They work for the public. Their job is Academic freedom is related to, but
hear her negotiating with a member of to produce scholarship and instruction not the same as, freedom of speech in
Congress over disciplining two mem- that add to society’s store of knowledge. the First Amendment sense. In the pub-
bers of her own faculty, by name, for They commit themselves to doing this lic square, you can say or publish igno-
things they had written or said. The disinterestedly: that is, without regard rant things, hateful things, in many cases
next day, in what appeared to be a sig- to financial, partisan, or personal advan- false things, and the state cannot touch
nal to Congress, Shafik had more than tage. In exchange, society allows them you. Academic freedom doesn’t work
a hundred students, many from Bar- to insulate themselves—and to some that way. Academic discourse is rigor-
nard, arrested by New York City police extent their students—against external ously policed. It’s just that the police
and booked for trespassing—on their interference in their affairs. It builds are professors.
own campus. But Columbia made their them a tower. Faculty members pass judgment on
presence illegal by summarily suspend- The concept originated in Ger- the work that their colleagues produce,
ing the protesters first. If you are a uni- many—the German term is Lehrfreiheit, and they decide whom to hire, whom to
versity official, you never want law- freedom to teach—and it was imported fire, and what to teach. They see that the
enforcement officers on your campus. here in the late nineteenth century, along norms of academic inquiry are observed.
Faculty particularly don’t like it. They with the model, also German, of the re- Those norms derive from the first great
regard the campus as their jurisdiction, search university, an educational insti- battle over academic freedom in the nine-
and they have complained that the Co- tution in which the faculty produce teenth century—science versus religion.
lumbia administration did not consult scholarship and research. Since that time, The model of inquiry in the modern re-
with them before ordering the arrests. it has been understood that academic search university is secular and scientific.
Calling in law enforcement did not freedom is the defining feature of the All views and all hypotheses must be
work at Berkeley in 1967, at Columbia modern research university. fairly tested, and their success depends
in 1968, at Harvard in 1969, or at Kent In nineteenth-century Germany, entirely on their ability to persuade by
State in 1970. where universities were run by the gov- evidence and by rational argument. No
What’s more alarming than the ar- ernment, academic freedom was a right a-priori judgments are permitted, and
rests—after all, the students wanted against the state. It was needed because there is no appeal to a higher authority.
to be arrested—is the matter of their there was no First Amendment-style There are, therefore, all kinds of pro-
suspensions. They had their I.D.s in- right to free speech. Lehrfreiheit pro- fessional constraints on academic ex-
validated, and they have not been per- tected what professors wrote and taught pression. The scholarship that academ-
ABOVE: ANTONIO GIOVANNI PINNA

mitted to attend class, an astonishing inside (although not outside) the acad- ics publish has to be approved by their
disregard of the fact that although the emy. In the United States, where, after peers. The protocols of citation must be
students may have violated university the Civil War, many research universi- observed, ad-hominem arguments are
policy, they are still students, whom Co- ties were built with private money— not tolerated, unsubstantiated claims
lumbia and Barnard are committed to Chicago, Cornell, Hopkins, Stanford— are dismissed, and so on. Although ac-
educating. You can’t educate people who the right was extended to protect ademics regard the word “orthodoxy”
cannot attend classes. professors from being fired for their with horror, there is a lot of tacit ortho-
The right at stake in these events is views, whether expressed in the class- doxy in the university, as there is in any
56 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024
Historically, institutions of higher education have policed themselves. On many university campuses, that system is being tested.
ILLUSTRATION BY NASH WEERASEKERA THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 57
business. People who are trained alike Harvard; Dirks was a chancellor of seem to cover these cases (although not
tend to think alike. But, as long as ac- the University of California, Berkeley. everyone would agree). What academic
ademic judgments are made by consen- The general sentiment in these books freedom would not cover is indoctrina-
sus, not by fiat, and by experts, not by is that academic freedom is in peril and tion, a violation of academic norms.
amateurs, it is assumed that the knowl- that it would not take much for univer- What about students? The student
edge machine is operating fairly and ef- sities to lose it. version of academic freedom is Lernfrei-
ficiently.The public can trust the product. Whittington, who says he is “on the heit, the freedom to learn. This rule is
All professions aspire to be self- political right,” is highly protective of a little harder to apply. Students don’t
governing, because their members be- academic freedom. He can see no rea- typically determine the curriculum, and
lieve that only fellow-professionals have son why we would want politicians to they are usually passive subjects of a dis-
the expertise needed to make judgments dictate what can and cannot be stud- ciplinary regime called grading. Origi-
in their fields. But professionals also know ied and taught. It would be like putting nally, “freedom to learn” referred simply
that failures of self-regulation invite out- a syllabus up to a popular vote every to the freedom to choose one’s course
side meddling. In the case of the univer- year. His book is concerned mainly with of study. Now it gets invoked in the
sity, it is in the faculty’s interest to run public colleges and universities (where contexts of classroom speech, where in-
their institution equitably and compe- some seventy per cent of American stu- structors are witnessing a lot of self-
tently. They need to be trusted to oper- dents are enrolled), since their faculties censorship, and campus speech, where
ate independently of public opinion.They are public employees and state legisla- students chant, carry banners, and ex-
need to keep the tower standing. tures control their budgets. This also ercise civil disobedience.
means, however, that their speech is Some students report that they don’t
his is why the phenomenon that protected by the First Amendment. feel free to express their views, because
T goes by the shorthand October 7th
was a crisis for American higher educa-
Florida’s 2022 Individual Freedom Act,
popularly known as the Stop WOKE
what they say might be received as hurt-
ful or offensive by other students, and
tion. The impression that some univer- Act, which prohibits the teaching in instructors find themselves second-
sities were not policing themselves com- public educational institutions of ideas guessing the texts they assign, since stu-
petently, that their campuses were out of that some legislators define as “divisive,” dents may refuse to engage with works
control, provided an opening to parties was struck down, in part, by the Elev- that they find politically objectionable.
looking to affect the kind of knowledge enth Circuit for being what it plainly Instructors worry about being anony-
that universities produce, who is allowed is: viewpoint discrimination, which is mously reported and subjected to an in-
to produce it, and how it is taught—de- barred by the First Amendment. (The stitutional investigation. Instructors and
cisions that are traditionally the prerog- power of states to dictate content in students can also, needless to say, suffer
ative of the faculty. Politicians who want K-12 classrooms, on the other hand, is trial by social media. These are not great
to chill certain kinds of academic expres- fairly well established.) working conditions for the knowledge
sion think that they can do this by threat- The Florida act was one of a hun- business. You may lose the argument in
ening to revoke a university’s tax-exempt dred and forty educational gag orders an academic exchange, but you have to
status or tax its endowment. In the cur- passed by state legislatures in 2022; al- feel free, in the classroom, to have your
rent political climate, it is not hard to most forty per cent of these targeted col- say without sanction.
imagine such things happening. If they leges and universities. The gag-order
did, it would be a straight-up abrogation phenomenon is one of the topics cov- ommentators have blamed this sit-
of the social pact.
But would it be unconstitutional?
ered in “The Right to Learn.” The vol-
ume’s editors argue that efforts such as
C uation on a system of “coddling”
in which people who say that they feel
What kind of right is the right to aca- these are worse than McCarthyism. Mc- “unsafe” just being in a room with some-
demic freedom? Is it a legal right or a Carthyism went after individuals for their one they disagree with are given re-
moral one? This question, long a subject political beliefs; today, the targets are the sources to demand that something be
of scholarly contention, is addressed in curriculum and the classroom, the very done about it. The institutional symbol
not a small number of new books, nota- bones of the educational system. (or scapegoat) for this culture is the
bly, “You Can’t Teach That!” (Polity), by The editors see the defense of aca- campus office of diversity, equity, and
Keith E. Whittington; “The Right to demic freedom as “inextricably linked inclusion (D.E.I.). State legislatures
Learn” (Beacon), edited by Valerie C. to the larger struggle against the racial, have taken steps to ban D.E.I. in pub-
Johnson, Jennifer Ruth, and Ellen gender, and other systems of oppres- lic colleges and universities, and con-
Schrecker; and “All the Campus Law- sion that continue to deform Ameri- servative critics of higher education are
yers” (Hopkins), by Louis H. Guard and can life.” Given that disinterestedness quite explicit that bringing down D.E.I.
Joyce P. Jacobsen. is a central ingredient in the social pact, is a primary goal.
The fate of academic freedom is also this view may not have universal ap- “All the Campus Lawyers” helpfully
a concern in new books by two former peal. But there are disciplines, or sub- shows that the regime of “coddling” and
university administrators: Derek Bok’s fields within disciplines, in which pro- D.E.I. was largely the creation of the
“Attacking the Elites” (Yale) and Nich- fessors (and students) understand their federal government. Together, Title VI
olas B. Dirks’s “City of Intellect” (Cam- academic work as a form of political and Title VII of the 1964 Civil Rights
bridge). Bok is a former president of engagement. Academic freedom would Act prohibit discrimination on the basis
58 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024
of race, color, sex, religion, or national
origin in programs and activities that
receive federal funds, as most universi­ BRIEFLY NOTED
ties do. The Supreme Court recently
(and somewhat surprisingly) ruled that Knife, by Salman Rushdie (Random House). In August, 2022,
Title VII covers sexual orientation and more than thirty years after the Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini
gender identity. Title IX of the Educa­ issued a fatwa ordering the killing of Salman Rushdie, an assas­
tion Amendments of 1972 prohibits sex­ sin came running at him. The man stabbed Rushdie as he was
based discrimination, including sexual addressing an audience in Chautauqua, New York, and kept on
harassment, in such programs and ac­ doing so for nearly half a minute. Rushdie’s first thought was
tivities. In 2016, an expanded definition “So it’s you.” His second thought was “Why now?” Rushdie’s
of “disability” was added to the Ameri­ short masterpiece is a memoir about almost dying, the miracle
cans with Disabilities Act in response, of surviving, and being reconciled to a threat that could not be
in part, to advocacy on behalf of people forgotten or outrun: “Living was my victory. But the meaning the
with A.D.H.D. and learning disabili­ knife had given my life was my defeat.” Ultimately, his account
ties. The act defines disability as a phys­ is an inspiration. “After the angel of death, the angel of life.”
ical or mental impairment that substan­
tially limits one or more “major life A Travel Guide to the Middle Ages, by Anthony Bale (Norton).
activities,” and “writing” is now included The late­medieval traveller, it was said, always needed two
as a major life activity. bags: one full of money, one of patience. Such wisdom fills the
For universities, these laws provide a pages of this immensely entertaining history, which is con­
potential cause of action at every turn. structed around medieval guidebooks and travelogues, and
Students and employees who feel ha­ highlights dazzling destinations like Constantinople and
rassed, unsafe, or generally uncared for Rhodes under the Knights Hospitaller. Pilgrimage was a com­
by virtue of their identities are entitled, mon reason people left home; by 1350, travellers could book a
under federal law, to make a complaint. tour to Jerusalem that included transportation, meals, and cur­
The result is what Guard and Jacobsen rency exchange. Yet, as Bale shows, their experience of travel
call the “lawyerization of higher educa­ was not one we would entirely recognize. As one pilgrim put
tion.” Universities live in constant fear it, in 1384, “No one should travel who does not desire hard­
of being taken to court because some­ ship, trouble, tribulation and the risk of death.”
one was treated differently.
But it’s not the individuals accused of Neighbors and Other Stories, by Diane Oliver (Grove). In 1966,
discriminatory conduct who are being Oliver, an M.F.A. student at the University of Iowa, was killed
sued. The laws do not apply to them. It’s in a motorcycle accident. This book, the first collection of her
the university itself. A group of women work, exhibits a unique delicacy in chronicling Black life in the
who said that they were sexually harassed nineteen­fifties and sixties—especially in the South amid the
by the Harvard professor John Coma­ civil­rights movement. In the title story, a girl observes her
roff are not suing Comaroff. They are brother on a tense night before he is to become the first to inte­
suing Harvard, for a Title IX violation. grate his school; in another story, a young woman joins a lunch­
(Comaroff has denied their allegations.) counter sit­in. Oliver delves into subtleties of class, focussing
And when, in January, a group of Jew­ on characters such as a doctor’s second wife and a daydream­
ish students sued Harvard for “enabling ing maid. At their best, the stories let ideas take shape gradu­
antisemitism” on campus, they did so ally, making close observation the cornerstone of their politics.
under Title VI of the Civil Rights Act.
The pro­Palestinian demonstrators Butter, by Asako Yuzuki, translated from the Japanese by Polly
who created the conditions that the Jew­ Barton (Ecco). In this thriller inspired by true events, a jour­
ish students allege are antisemitic are nalist, Rika, becomes obsessed by the case of Manako Kajii, a
immunized by the First Amendment. sometime sex worker convicted of killing several men. Kajii
“From the river to the sea” is a political reportedly seduced the men with her cooking—much to the
slogan, classic protected speech. That is confusion and chagrin of Japanese society, which tends to view
why Congress does not subpoena the Kajii’s “huge” body as an abomination. Rika interviews the
demonstrators but goes after university wily Kajii in charged jailhouse meetings, and, as the two en­
presidents instead.The members of Con­ gage in an increasingly fraught game of cat and mouse, Rika’s
gress who grilled Shafik want universi­ relationships—with her boyfriend, her colleagues, and even
ties to punish demonstrators precisely her own body—begin to change. The novel cleverly inter­
because the government cannot. twines paeans to the pleasures of eating with indictments of
Almost all instructors want open Japan’s standards for women: “Whichever aspect of it you con­
and robust discussion of controversial is­ sidered, Rika thought, the Kajii case was tinged by misogyny
sues in their classrooms and on campus, and the excessive self­pity felt by lonely men.”
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because that is how academic inquiry the implicit understanding that diver- challenge as well. If you are telling stu-
works. No doubt university administra- sity extends beyond race. dents that they were admitted in part
tors want that as well. But the risks are This means that when Harvard’s ad- because of their race, in the interest of
not imaginary, and they arise, paradoxi- missions case came before the Supreme viewpoint diversity, they may feel that
cally, out of Congress’s desire to create a Court, in 2022, Harvard and other uni- they are expected to represent whatever
level playing field. Would you call the versities had been promoting the educa- viewpoints members of their racial group
Civil Rights Act,Title IX, and the A.D.A. tional value of diversity, and preaching are presumed to have. Thinking this way
“coddling”? Probably not if you were it to students and faculty, for forty years. is antithetical to a traditional aim of lib-
Black or trans or had A.D.H.D. Profes- It was a way of preserving race-conscious eral education, which is to get students
sors often complain about bureaucratic admissions. In fact, it was the only way to think outside the box they were born
bloat, but in a big university you need a of preserving race-conscious admissions. in—or, these days, outside the boxes they
large legal and administrative apparatus to And when the Court struck down the checked on their applications. Liberal
insure compliance with the law, and you race-based admissions programs at Har- education is about questioning givens,
need a large student-life bureaucracy to vard and the University of North Caro- not reaffirming them.
instill feelings of, well, equity and inclu- lina, in 2023, it specifically rejected the A university is a community, and ev-
sion. These are the goals that Congress very diversity rationale that it had ini- eryone is there for the same reason—to
envisioned when it passed those laws. tially prescribed and repeatedly approved. learn. The community has every right to
The professoriat did not invent them. The concept of diversity, the Court now bar outside parties and to insist on norms
said, is insufficiently “measurable and of civility and respect, understanding that
s for diversity, that was a concept concrete.” How can universities prove those ideals are not always immediately
A imposed on higher education by
the Supreme Court. In 1978, in the case
that racial diversity has the educational
benefits that they claim it does? As for
attainable. In most universities, physical
confrontations, the targeting of individ-
of Regents of the University of Califor- Powell’s ruling that academic freedom is uals with threats or harassment, and the
nia v. Bakke, the Court ruled that uni- a legal right constitutionally grounded disruption of campus activities are ex-
versities could consider an applicant’s in the First Amendment, the Court’s plicitly proscribed. When the rules are
race as a factor in admissions. The Jus- opinion completely ignored it. violated, the best approach is for the
tice who wrote the opinion, Lewis Pow- community to find ways to police itself.
ell, said that universities had this right
as a matter of academic freedom, which
“ D iversity” is not as straightforward
an educational good as it may
But most forms of expression have to be
tolerated. Tolerance is the price academ-
he said was guaranteed by the First seem. In the nineteen-twenties and thir- ics and students pay for the freedoms so-
Amendment—the first time that the ties, for example, Harvard used “diver- ciety has carved out for them.
concept of academic freedom had been sity” as a method for limiting the num- Still, the fact remains that all the em-
extended to insulate an entire institu- ber of Jews it admitted. At the time, phasis on diversity and inclusion did not
tion, not just individual faculty mem- “diverse” meant geographically diverse, prevent October 7th from becoming a
bers, from outside interference. a student body with more Southerners powder keg. The real problem is that all
However, Powell said, there had to be and Midwesterners and fewer students these issues are playing out in the pub-
a reasonable justification (in legal terms, from New York and New Jersey. It was lic eye, and universities are not skilled
a “compelling state interest”) for consid- affirmative action for Gentiles. at public relations. Since 1964, they have
ering an applicant’s race, which would In other words, diversity can under- been adapting to a legal environment
otherwise be barred by the Fourteenth write many agendas. Today, for exam- created largely by Democratic Congresses
Amendment’s guarantee of “equal pro- ple, there are demands that private uni- and a Supreme Court still marginally
tection.” He rejected the argument that versities be compelled to admit a socio- liberal on racial issues. Now a different
it was justified because it helped remedy economically diverse class or hire an political regime is in the saddle, in Con-
past discrimination or because it would ideologically diverse faculty. The fact gress and on the Court, and there are
be socially desirable to increase the num- that élite universities, like Harvard and few places left to hide.
ber of nonwhite doctors, lawyers, and Columbia, which enroll barely one per Academic freedom is an understand-
chief executives. The only constitution- cent of all college students in the U.S., ing, not a law. It can’t just be invoked. It
ally acceptable justification for race-con- are being asked to fix social problems— has to be asserted and defended. That’s
scious admissions, he said, was diversity. wealth inequality, political polariza- why it’s so disheartening that leaders of
A diverse student body was a legitimate tion—that no one else can seem to fix great universities appear reluctant to
educational goal and universities had a is a chief subject of Bok’s “Attacking the speak up for the rights of independent
First Amendment right to pursue it. Elites.” Bok clearly feels that these de- inquiry and free expression for which
Powell’s opinion was affirmed in 2003, mands are unreasonable; Dirks, in “City Americans have fought. Even after
in the case of Grutter v. Bollinger, and of Intellect,” expresses a similar impa- Shafik offered up faculty sacrifices on
again in 2016, in the case of Fisher v. tience. But both Bok and Dirks think the congressional altar and called in the
University of Texas. Both times, the Su- that it would be unwise for universities N.Y.P.D., Republicans responded by de-
preme Court said that race could be con- to ignore such demands. Bok calls them manding her resignation. If capitulation
sidered in admissions but only for the “the burden of success.” isn’t working, not much is lost by trying
purpose of creating a diverse class, with Diversity presents an educational some defiance. 
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Singer wrote, and he wanted to destroy
BOOKS both this ignorance and the industry
behind the abuse. He halfway succeeded.
“Animal Liberation” helped bring new
BEASTLY MATTERS militancy to a cause formerly associated
with decorous humane societies and
Where the logic behind the concern for animal welfare begins and ends. peaceable hippies. The book also helped
inspire the Animal Liberation Front, a
BY KELEFA SANNEH group devoted to direct action against
farms and labs that abused animals. And
it turned Singer into one of the most
prominent philosophers in the world,
especially among non-philosophers.
The movement against cruelty to an-
imals is broadly popular, at least in the-
ory—lots of people are bothered by the
way livestock live and die, although not
bothered enough to stop eating them.
But Singer is a polarizing figure, known
for his willingness to follow his logic to
conclusions that some might find bi-
zarre, or evil. Rejecting what he calls
“speciesism,” Singer has argued that we
ought to treat creatures according to
their cognitive capacities; by this logic,
he concedes, a “chimpanzee, dog, or pig”
might demonstrate “a higher degree of
self-awareness and a greater capacity for
meaningful relations with others than a
severely retarded infant or someone in
a state of advanced senility.” Directly and
indirectly, “Animal Liberation” has in-
spired generations of people who would
never endorse many of the claims made
by the person who wrote it, and it some-
times seems that Singer’s support for
animal liberation is viewed today as the
least objectionable thing about him.
In “Animal Liberation Now”(Harper-
Collins), a revised version of his book,
ne morning, in February of this an inspection. A single cow discovered Singer considers all that has and hasn’t
O year, Zahid Badroodien, who
oversees the Committee on Water and
in such a state might have become a
cause célèbre, but it was harder to rally
changed since 1975. “The media no lon-
ger ridicules animal rights activists;
Sanitation in Cape Town, South Af- around nineteen thousand of them. mostly, it takes them seriously,” he writes.
rica, posted on X that he had been Within a day, the cows were back at He is curious about the prospect of lab-
alerted to “a sewage smell blanketing sea, where virtually no one could know, grown meat, and attentive to research
parts of the city.” He assured residents or smell, their plight. indicating that a scallop is more sen-
that inspectors had been dispatched to There is a name for the cruel, and tient than an oyster, and therefore less
wastewater-treatment facilities, but half correspondingly clandestine, process edible, at least for someone with his
an hour later he announced that a dif- by which many animals become meat: commitments. He also seems slightly
ferent culprit had been identified: a ship “factory farming,” a term that is usually astonished that more people have not
in the harbor that was transporting cat- wielded as an insult, especially since the joined him in opposing the “tyranny”
tle—nineteen thousand in all—from publication, in 1975, of “Animal Liber- of speciesism. “There are now more an-
Brazil to Iraq, with a brief layover in ation,” an incendiary book by the phi- imals suffering in laboratories and fac-
town to replenish their feed. On board, losopher Peter Singer. “In general, we tory farms than ever before,” he writes,
conditions were “awful,” according to a are ignorant of the abuse of living crea- but he remains hopeful that one day
veterinary consultant who conducted tures that lies behind the food we eat,” people will attend to this suffering.
Martha Nussbaum, a fellow-phi-
What might our views about animal suffering imply about human suffering? losopher, is one of many who admire
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Singer’s animal advocacy without fully been too distracted by climate concerns was through hardcore that I encoun-
endorsing his program. In “Justice for to pay attention to the slaughter of el- tered and, for a few years, adopted the
Animals: Our Collective Responsibility” ephants. “It’s all carbon, all the time,” vegan diet, equally inspired by both the
(Simon & Schuster), Nussbaum praises he writes, “and for all of the movement’s cause and the culture that surrounded
Singer as a “sophisticated” thinker while alarmism on other fronts, somehow the it, or maybe unequally inspired. We are
suggesting that it is wise to consider not end days of the earth’s largest land an- a self-obsessed species, and indeed self-
just the suffering of animals but how imal have gone practically unremarked.” obsession is part of what distinguishes
best to help them live the kinds of lives Debates about animals tend to be us from other species; we are more differ-
they seem to want to live. Most of her less about how to treat them and more ent from, say, chimpanzees than chim-
proposals reflect a left-liberal world view: about how much we should care when panzees are from orangutans. Perhaps
she has great faith in the ability of ex- they are mistreated. (Nearly everyone it should not be a surprise that so many
perts and government officials, work- can probably agree that, in an ideal animal-centric movements spend so
ing together, to better regulate our treat- world, nineteen thousand cattle would much time thinking and talking about
ment of animals. And yet the movement not be crowded onto a ship so fetid that humans instead.
to protect animals need not be a parti- it can’t come near land without alarm-
san cause. This, anyway, is the position ing the authorities.) Historically, advo- any religious traditions take kill-
of Matthew Scully, a Republican speech-
writer who has spent decades arguing
cacy for animals often failed because
the cause was judged unserious. This
M ing an animal to be a grave act,
though not necessarily a gravely wrong
that conservatives ought to care more perception began to change in the late one. One of the first verses in the Bible
about the lives and deaths of animals. nineteenth century, thanks to a hand- is a vegan commandment: “Behold, I
He made his case in “Dominion,” from ful of activists, many of whom were also have given you every herb bearing seed,
2002, which is one of the most bracing involved in other causes: abolition, child which is upon the face of all the earth,
books on the topic since “Animal Lib- protection, temperance. A century later, and every tree, in which is the fruit of
eration,” partly because it pushes so hard animal welfare and temperance were a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be
against Singer’s approach. Scully refines joined again in the punk offshoot known for meat.” But, after the flood, God told
his argument in “Fear Factories”(Arezzo), as hardcore, in which a number of lead- Noah, “Every moving thing that liveth
a new collection of essays that urges ing musicians embraced a “straight edge” shall be meat for you,” balancing this
both right- and left-leaning readers to ethos that was anti-drug and, relatedly, permissive standard with a stern caveat:
reconsider their assumptions. One of anti-meat. (Ian MacKaye, the musician “But flesh with the life thereof, which
them, from 2013, excoriates the “cheap credited with coining the term, has said is the blood thereof, shall ye not eat.”
nature worship” of contemporary envi- that he viewed eschewing meat as a The idea of principled and thorough-
ronmentalists, who have, Scully says, “logical extension” of straight edge.) It going veganism seems to have arrived
more recently, at least in the West. In
England, in 1714, a Dutch-born writer
named Bernard Mandeville published
an odd and excellent book called “The
Fable of the Bees,” which opened with
an apian allegory in verse form about
laissez-faire government, but also con-
tained several essays, including one that
framed meat eating as a moral evil. “I
have often thought, if it was not for this
Tyranny which Custom usurps over us,
that Men of any tolerable Good-nature
could never be reconcil’d to the killing
of so many Animals for their daily Food,
as long as the bountiful Earth so plen-
tifully provides them with Varieties of
vegetable Dainties,” Mandeville wrote.
“I question whether ever any body so
much as killed a Chicken without Reluc-
tancy the first time.” When Jeremy Ben-
tham’s “An Introduction to the Principles
of Morals of Legislation” was first
printed, in 1780, he included an extraor-
dinary footnote that proposed a kind
of beastly revolution. “The day may
come, when the rest of the animal cre-
ation may acquire those rights which
never could have been withholden from more far-fetched than “the abolition of where it is due: @McDonald’s have
them but by the hand of tyranny,” Ben- Negro slavery” had recently been. reached their goal of sourcing 100%
tham wrote. “The question is not, Can Despite these decades of foment, the their U.S. egg supply from cage-free
they reason? nor, Can they talk? but, Can publication of “Animal Liberation,” hens, as they pledged they would,”
they suffer?” By the nineteenth century, roughly a century later, came as a shock. he wrote. “It’s not nearly enough, but
animal-welfare groups were growing in In fearsomely logical prose, Singer ar- it’s a step forward on a long march.”
England, and in 1848 the satirical mag- gued not just that we ought to treat an- Singer acknowledges his debt to Ben-
azine Punch noted the emergence of a imals better but that we had no right tham, whose question is at the heart of
“great Vegetarian movement,” imagin- to treat them any differently than we much of Singer’s work: “Can they suf-
ing a kind of meatless mania. “There treat one another. His radical repudi- fer?” But, as a consequentialist, he real-
are vegetarian missionaries going about ation of speciesism, defined as “a prej- izes that his book will likely do more
the country inculcating the doctrine of udice or attitude of bias toward the in- good if it offends fewer people, and so
peas and potatoes,” the magazine re- terests of members of one’s own species he deëmphasizes his suggestion that
ported, adding that “a silver medal will and against those of members of other infanticide might sometimes be justi-
be awarded to the vegetarian who will species,” forced readers to reconsider a fied, though he doesn’t retract it. He
dispose of one hundred heads of celery range of practices that they had learned has excised his claim that there “seem
with the utmost celerity.” to regard as normal. The power of the to be certain measurable differences be-
In a new history titled “Our Kindred idea lay in its simplicity, which left Singer tween both races and sexes,” and that
Creatures” (Knopf ), Bill Wasik, a jour- free to devote much of the book to con- “we do not yet know how much of these
nalist, and Monica Murphy, a veteri- sidering the practical implications: the differences is really due to the genetic
narian and a writer, show how this intentional horrors of animal-research endowments of the different races and
movement took root in America. They laboratories, and the unintentional—or sexes.” Singer’s point, in 1975, was that
compare the “rise of animal-welfare con- perhaps just unnecessary—horrors of these differences, whether between sexes
sciousness,” in the late nineteenth cen- factory farming, in which animals are or races or species, do not justify dis-
tury, to the rapid growth in support of often crammed together in miserable crimination. Still, he believes that some
same-sex marriage, during the twenty- conditions and subjected to painful op- differences do matter, especially differ-
tens, but they decline to simplify what erations such as “de-beaking,” to pre- ences in sentience, because sentience is
turns out to be a sprawling and rather vent chickens from pecking one another what enables suffering, and suffering is
diffuse story of complicated advocates to death, and “tail-docking,” to prevent what we ought to want to prevent.
and mixed messages. An astonishingly overstressed and understimulated pigs In many ways, this is a generous ap-
confident and well-connected activist from gnawing one another’s tails into proach, one that asks us to search ev-
named Henry Bergh founded the Amer- bloody stumps. erywhere for mistreatment, and redress
ican Society for the Prevention of Cru- Singer followed the chapter on fac- any that we find. Bentham and Sing-
elty to Animals in 1866, and during the tory farming with one about how to er’s alertness to cruelty, when their con-
next year he pushed New York City to become a vegetarian, and he included, temporaries were happy to ignore it, is
make it illegal to “neglect, maliciously at the end, a list of recipes, which prob- part of what can make them seem like
kill, maim, wound, injure, torture or cru- ably introduced more than a few West- visionaries today. But the focus on sen-
elly beat” any animal. (Bergh also be- ern readers to a form of “bean curd, tience and suffering can also seem piti-
moaned the influence of immigrants sometimes called bean cake, or tofu.” In less. Singer’s approach leaves no room
with a taste for bullfighting and other “Animal Liberation Now,” the recipes for speciesism, which means it leaves
“barbarous” practices; formed a compli- have been updated, with more variety no room for the idea that every human
cated alliance with P. T. Barnum, the and no more cheese. Singer has become is valuable because of his humanity—
circus master; and emerged as a lead- what he calls a “flexible vegan” (he has no room for what Christians call grace,
ing critic of vaccination, which he viewed said that he sometimes eats eggs, pro- the sense that all people have some-
as an affront to humans and animals vided they have been taken from free- thing precious and perhaps sacred in
alike.) In Massachusetts, a local chap- range hens), but he doesn’t seem in- common. Singer puts every living crea-
ter of the A.S.P.C.A. launched a pub- clined to worry much about either the ture on the same scale, each with its
lication with a name that was meant as purity or the deliciousness of his diet. own chance to earn, through sentience,
a tribute, though it now sounds like an “Frying the tofu is optional,” he tells the right not to be mistreated. This
insult: Our Dumb Animals. They were, readers, in the new recipe section, add- means that humanity is on the scale,
of course, “dumb” in the original sense ing that “it tastes better, but I don’t like too, and so perhaps are individual hu-
of the word; the magazine pledged to to consume too much oil, so sometimes mans, all of us liable to be judged on
“speak for those that cannot speak for I do it, and sometimes not.” Genera- precisely how sentient we are.
themselves.” An activist named Caro- tions of readers probably learned to
line Earle White, who came from a
family of abolitionists, called in 1887 for
a total ban on medical experiments in-
loathe McDonald’s from reading Singer,
but he himself is too practical-minded
to hold a grudge, and so in February
Sthisinger, to his credit, is motivated by
a desire to solve big problems, but
means that the small lives of ani-
volving animals—an unpopular cause, he startled some of his fans by prais- mals don’t figure much in his book.
but one that was, she maintained, no ing the company, on X. “Let’s give credit Nussbaum, by contrast, views a wide
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spectrum of creatures with both affec- ize, and to have as much or as little con- duties,’” Matthew Scully wrote in Na-
tion and awe; they seem “wonderful” to tact with humans as they choose. She tional Review in 1993. He wanted to as-
her, as to so many of us, and she thinks holds that, because animals generally sure his readers that they could object
we should pay more attention to that “seek maturity as a central goal,” kill- to cruelty without endorsing any weird
intuition. (The book is dedicated to her ing the young is probably harder to jus- metaphysical claims. By the time he pub-
daughter, Rachel, who worked as an at- tify than killing the old. And she writes lished “Dominion,” he was working as
torney for an animal-welfare group, and that virtually all creatures under human a speechwriter for President George W.
died in 2019.) “Wonder suggests to us control should be guaranteed “at least Bush, for whom he helped coin the
that animals matter directly, for their one or two chances at sex and repro- phrase “axis of evil,” and he was already
own sake—not because of some simi- duction.” This means that companion rethinking his skepticism of “animal
larity they have to ourselves,” she writes. animals might permissibly be spayed rights.” Observing that people seemed
What she opposes is not speciesism but or neutered, but only after they have to have little trouble extending compas-
its cousin, anthropocentrism, a world had a chance to find some companion- sion for the weakest in their midst, at
view that puts humans at the center, ship for themselves. least in theory, Scully wondered why an-
and values animals only to the extent But why care about the flourishing imals should be offered less. He defended
that we decide that “they are (almost) only of animals, and not of a coral reef, pets, both the concept and the term. He
like us.” To her, Singer’s view, with its or an ocean, or a forest? Singer’s suffer- remembered reading Singer’s book as a
focus on suffering, misses much of what ing test provides one answer. Nussbaum’s teen-ager and then scrutinizing his own
makes animal life meaningful—mean- answer is complicated, and the more beloved dog. “Try as I might, I could not
ingful, that is, to the animals themselves. she explains it the closer she draws to discern in his furry face any desire at all
Nussbaum is known for developing, the anthropocentrism she says she op- for liberation,” Scully wrote. Indeed, he
with the economist and philosopher poses. In one passage, she points out encouraged his readers to visit a factory
Amartya Sen, a framework called the that a cat can be said to engage in the farm, if they could, and consider the idea
capabilities approach, which focusses “active pursuit of ends.” Elsewhere, she that the cattle confined there were “mor-
on insuring that all people have the abil- notes that a plant “lacks the sort of sit- ally indistinguishable” from the animals
ity to thrive. Now she wants to adapt uational flexibility that makes us con- they loved at home.
that approach to account for the differ- clude that fish are sentient creatures,” Scully took his title from the Book
ent ways that nonhuman animals, too, adding that “a plant is basically a clus- of Genesis, in which, shortly before His
“strive for flourishing,” and are frequently ter entity, a they, rather than an it.” It is vegan commandment, God grants man
blocked. “We are all animals,” she writes, not that the distinctions she makes are “dominion over the fish of the sea, and
“thrown into this world together, striv- indefensible. On the contrary, they are over the fowl of the air, and over the
ing to get the things we need, and often eminently defensible, because they re- cattle, and over all the earth, and over
thwarted in the attempt.” Nussbaum is flect the things (activity, flexibility, sen- every creeping thing that creepeth upon
horrified by factory farming, deeply tience, individuality) that we humans the earth.” Scully wrote not necessarily
moved by the plight of whales, and cau- tend to value in one another, and there- as a Christian (in one early interview,
tiously optimistic about the future pros- fore in the world around us. It is hard he mentioned that he had never been a
pects of pets, which she refers to as “com- to imagine a more anthropocentric view regular churchgoer) but as a thinker who
panion animals,” to remind us that they took the Bible seriously, and who was
exist not merely to please their so-called sure that Biblical “dominion” meant tak-
owners but to flourish in their own ways. ing gentle care of the natural world,
What does flourishing entail? For rather than simply dominating it or,
humans, Nussbaum has developed a list worse, emulating its cruellest attributes.
of entitlements, which may seem sus- Unlike Nussbaum, who endeavors to
piciously well matched to the interests figure out what we are each striving for,
of a humanities professor. (The list in- Scully accepted the mysteriousness of
cludes the ability to experience and pro- life, suggesting that God made all crea-
duce “literary” and other works but not, tures to “serve some purpose beyond our
explicitly, the ability to trade goods.) than one that surveys the natural land- full knowing.” What he wanted for an-
As for animals, the entitlements will scape and sees creditable strivers, sur- imals was not justice but mercy—a kind
depend on both the species and the in- rounded by less consequential organ- of gift, freely given by humans to ani-
dividual. She suggests that we heed “ex- isms and entities that don’t measure up mals. “There is no such thing as a right
perts who have lived closely with a cer- in the striving department. to mercy, not for the animals and not
tain type of animal and studied those even for us,” he wrote.
animals over long periods of time”;
working across national borders, those
experts could help us draft “a legally
Ssharepeciesism is easier to renounce than
it is to abandon, because most of us
a sense that human beings have
This is a poignant formulation, but
one that does not easily lend itself to a
program of social reform. And so “Fear
enforceable constitution” for every kind rights and responsibilities that set us Factories” chronicles how, in the years
of animal. Dolphins, for instance, would apart. “To speak of ‘animal rights’ is, in since “Dominion,” Scully has grown in-
be granted the right to roam, to social- the end, as absurd as to speak of ‘animal creasingly comfortable advocating for
64 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024
the “rights” of animals, as a way of in-
sisting that how they are often treated
is wrong, in ways that demand govern-
ment intervention. In 9868, the editors
of Our Dumb Animals boasted that their
board included “Roman Catholics and
Protestants, Democrats and Republi-
cans, License men and Prohibitory men.”
Scully, by contrast, has found allies vir-
tually nowhere: few politicians in either
party seem eager to crack down on so-
called “canned” hunting—in which the
quarry has essentially no chance to es-
cape—or to tighten regulations on hog
farming. When, in 2000, he told the
strategist Karl Rove that the Republi-
can Party’s platform might add a line
about animal cruelty, Rove’s response
did not rise even to the level of non-
committal. “Hey, man, at least you’re
thinking outside the box,” Rove appar-
ently said. “I like that!” And though
Scully defends his having worked with
Governor Sarah Palin, who backed a “And I don’t think this cable-news panel of experts
government-supported program of ae- is helping in these counselling sessions at all.”
rial wolf hunting, he admits, “The pile
of moose and deer antlers on the cam-
paign plane, gifts bestowed on the can-
• •
didate at every rural stop, did get to be
a little much.” on feminist or prudential grounds, ef- surroundings changed, and I found my-
Scully, in fact, has something impor- forts to force all pregnant women to self wanting to be less of an outlier. I
tant in common with Palin: like many give birth. But it’s strange that the peo- returned to cheese, and then fish, and
of his fellow-Republicans, and vanish- ple most concerned about the fate of then meat, having convinced myself
ingly few animal-rights activists, he is human blastocysts take little interest in that killing an animal is not necessar-
firmly opposed to abortion. This sets the fate of cattle or chimpanzees, and ily an act of cruelty. I’m not eager to be
him apart from Nussbaum, who has ar- that the people who think carefully about at the leading edge of the vegan revo-
gued that “access to abortion” is an es- the nervous systems of crabs take little lution, which may yet succeed, but nei-
sential component of “human dignity.” interest in the nervous system of a human ther would I wish to be at the tail end
And it sets him farther apart still from fetus. Often, the overlap occurs strictly of the meat-eating resistance. And I am
Singer, who has questioned whether at the level of rhetoric. “Voice of the sympathetic to the frustration of advo-
even newborn infants have “an inher- Voiceless,” the title of a 9992 compila- cates who can’t figure out why, nearly
ent right to life.” Scully can’t help but tion of mainly vegan straight-edge bands half a century after “Animal Libera-
see parallels between factory farming which raised money for the Animal Lib- tion,” cattle are still sailing the world
and abortion. “Both industries are blunt, eration Front, is also a phrase used by knee-deep in shit. A weekend with the
practical solutions to hard moral prob- pro-life advocates, who are equally con- work of Singer, Nussbaum, or Scully
lems that the people who advocate them vinced that they are expanding the cir- will likely make your next trip to the
have despaired of dealing with in some cle of human compassion. supermarket significantly more uncom-
gentler way,” he writes. “I have never There is something unsettling about fortable, and probably that’s as it should
heard a single compelling argument for the animal-rights argument, which is be. But these advocates also, in differ-
why the unborn must die or why the partly a matter of scale: the dizzying ent ways, remind us that important
animals must suffer.” Of course, there is numbers involved can make it hard to causes have a way of redrawing ideo-
a powerful movement in America to know where to start, or stop. The use logical lines, turning some of our op-
ban abortion, and no similarly robust and abuse of animals is tightly woven ponents into allies, and some allies into
effort to ban meat. When the pro-life into our world, which is why people opponents. It is not easy to think care-
and the animal-rights causes seem to who think seriously about it so often fully and consistently about what we
be, in many ways, natural allies, why do end up calling for broad changes that do to animals. If the people who try
they continue to belong to such sepa- might seem unwise or even indefensi- often end up endorsing proposals that
rate worlds? It is certainly possible to ble—at least, at first. My own years of make us recoil, this may say as much
oppose abortion while also opposing, veganism ended gradually, as my social about us as about them. 
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This month, Swift released “The
POP MUSIC Tortured Poets Department,” her elev-
enth studio album. She has now reached
a level of virtuosity within her genre
LITTLE OLD HER that feels nearly immutable—she’s too
practiced, too masterly, to swing and
Is Taylor Swift doing too much? really miss. But “The Tortured Poets
Department” suffers from being too
BY AMANDA PETRUSICH long (two hours after it was released,
Swift announced a second disk, bring-
ing the total number of tracks to thirty-
one) and too familiar. Swift co-wrote
most of the record with Jack Antonoff
and with Aaron Dessner. (The two
producers have oppositional melodic
sensibilities: Antonoff sharpens Swift;
Dessner softens her.) The new songs
suggest that, after a decade, her part-
nership with Antonoff has perhaps run
its course. The tracks written with
Dessner are gentler, more tender, and
more surprising. The raw and stirring
“Robin” seems to address a child—ei-
ther a very young Swift (the album
contains several references to her hi-
jacked youth, including “The Manu-
script,” a sombre song about a relation-
ship with an older man), or maybe a
future son or daughter.
“The Tortured Poets Department”
was released following the end of Swift’s
six-year relationship with the actor Joe
Alwyn, and the album is mostly about
the utter unreliability of love—how
bonkers it is that we build our entire
lives around a feeling that can simply
dissipate. “You said I’m the love of your
Swift has become too omnipresent and powerful to make a convincing underdog. life/About a million times,” Swift sings
on “Loml,” a wrenching piano ballad.
n the past several months, Taylor some sort of Rubicon with regard to “You shit-talked me under the table,
Iuitous
Swift has become culturally ubiq-
in a way that feels nearly terri-
our collective sanity. Swift was every-
where, beheld by everyone. She is one
talking rings and talking cradles.”
Shortly after Swift and Alwyn split,
fying. Superstardom tends to turn nor- of the most streamed artists of all time she reportedly had a fling with Matty
mal people into cartoons, projections, on Spotify; Billboard reported that, at Healy, the front man for the British
gods, monsters. Swift has been inch- one point, she accounted for seven per rock band the 1975. (“I took the mira-
ing toward some sort of tipping point cent of all vinyl sales in the U.S. Swift
SOURCE PHOTOGRAPH BY AXELLE/BAUER-GRIFFIN/GETTY

cle move-on drug / The effects were


for a while. The most recent catalyst is a capable and hugely savvy business- temporary,” she sings on “Fortnight.”)
was, in part, love: in the midst of her woman (a billionaire, in fact), yet I Healy is a provocateur, prone to mak-
record-breaking Eras Tour, Swift, who began to worry about her in a nearly ing loutish jokes; onstage, he smokes,
is thirty-four, began dating Travis maternal way: How could anyone sur- eats raw steak, and makes out with
Kelce, a tight end for the Kansas City vive that sort of scrutiny and retain strangers. The rumored relationship
Chiefs. Whenever Swift appeared at her humanity? Detaching from reality sent Swifties into spasms of outrage,
one of Kelce’s games, the broadcast- can be lethal for a pop star, particu- and revealed the unusual extent to
ers whipped their extra-high-definition larly one known for her Everygirl can- which Swift is beholden to her fans.
cameras toward her, sending legions dor. I thought of the oft-memed bit She has encouraged and nurtured a
of amateur lip-readers scrambling for from “Arrested Development,” in which parasocial affection (at times she nearly
their phones. I’m paid to give legibil- Lucille Bluth, the oblivious matriarch, demanded it: inviting fans to her home,
ity to such things, and even I couldn’t asks, “I mean, it’s one banana, Mi- baking them cookies), and she now has
help but think that we were crossing chael—what could it cost? Ten dollars?” to contend with their sense of owner-
66 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 ILLUSTRATION BY ALINE ZALKO
ship over her life. On “But Daddy I find that the phrase works well as a out April 19th,” Swift said. “I’m gonna
Love Him,” she scornfully chastises the summation of Swift’s entire self-con- go and post the cover.”
“judgmental creeps” who relentlessly ception. She has always made a big deal As I’ve grown older, I’ve mostly
hounded her about her love life: “I’d about her pain being generative. “This stopped thinking about art and com-
rather burn my whole life down /Than writer is of the firm belief that our tears merce as being fundamentally at odds.
listen to one more second of all this become holy in the form of ink on the But there are times when the rapa-
bitching and moaning.” (She saves the page,” she wrote on Instagram. She has ciousness of our current pop stars
nastiest barb for the final verse: “All the talked about this album as if the songs seems grasping and ugly. I’m not say-
wine moms are still holding out.”) Re- were mere monuments to her suffer- ing that pop music needs to be ideo-
gardless, things with Healy ended fast, ing: “Once we have spoken our saddest logically pure—it wouldn’t be much
and, a few months later, she did the most story, we can be free of it.” fun if it were—but maybe it’s time to
wholesome thing possible: she started An unusual number of Swift’s songs cool it a little with the commercials?
dating a football player whose team portray love as combative, perhaps be- A couple of days before the album’s
would go on to win the Super Bowl. cause she is so prone to working from release, Swift unveiled a library-esque
Quite a few of the album’s lyrics a place of wounded longing. On “Bet- display at the Grove, a shopping mall
seem to evoke Healy: “You’re not Dylan ter Than Revenge,” a song she wrote in Los Angeles. It included several
Thomas / I’m not Patti Smith / This at eighteen, Swift sings about art as a pages of typewritten lyrics on faux
ain’t the Chelsea Hotel / We’re mod- useful weapon, a way to punish any- aged paper, arranged as though they
ern idiots,” Swift sings on the title track, one who does her dirty: “She thinks had recently been tugged from the
a shimmering song about broken peo- I’m psycho /’Cause I like to rhyme her platen of a Smith Corona. (The word
ple clinging to each other. I like that name with things.” It’s a funny lyric, “talisman” was misspelled on one, to
line—it suggests self-awareness—but but, by Swift’s current age, most peo- the delight of the haters.) The Spo-
it’s followed by one of the weirdest ple understand that love isn’t about tify logo was featured prominently at
verses of Swift’s career: “You smoked winning. (Art isn’t, either.) Yet, in the bottom of each page. Once again,
then ate seven bars of chocolate / We Swift’s universe, love is often a battle- I laughed. What is the point of all
declared Charlie Puth should be a big- field. On “Who’s Afraid of Little Old that money if it doesn’t buy you free-
ger artist / I scratch your head, you fall Me?,” she catalogues the ways in which dom from corporate branding? For a
asleep / Like a tattooed golden re- fame can pervert and destroy a per- million reasons—her adoption of the
triever.” Other lyrics lack Swift’s sig- son: “I was tame, I was gentle, till the “poet” persona; her already unprece-
nature precision: “At dinner you take circus life made me mean,” she sings. dented streaming numbers—such an
my ring off my middle finger and put She is paranoid, wild-eyed: “Tell me egregious display of sponsorship was
it on the one people put wedding rings everything is not about me / But what worse than just incongruous. It was,
on,” she sings. Even the greatest poets if it is?” (After the year Swift has had, as they say, cringe.
whiff a phrase now and then, but a lot she’s not wrong to ask.) The song it- Among the other clues Swift doled
of the language on the record is either self is so tightly produced that it doesn’t out were five exclusive playlists for
incoherent (“I was a functioning alco- sound dangerous. But, midway through, Apple Music (sorry, Spotify!), com-
holic till nobody noticed my new aes- her voice briefly goes feral. I found the prising her own songs and organized
thetic”) or just generally bewildering moment thrilling, which is maybe part according to the five stages of grief:
(“Florida is one hell of a drug”). My of the problem. denial, anger, bargaining, depression,
favorite lyrics are the simplest, and are and acceptance. At first, I thought the
delivered with a kind of exhausted calm. n the weeks before “The Tortured playlists were just another bit of over-
On “Down Bad,” a woozy song about
feeling like shit, Swift admits defeat:
Iseemed
Poets Department” was released, it
as though a backlash was in-
wrought marketing, but the more I lis-
tened to “The Tortured Poets Depart-
“Now I’m down bad, crying at the evitable. Swift’s lyrics are often fo- ment” the more germane the concept
gym / Everything comes out teen-age cussed on her perseverance against all felt. Anyone who has grieved knows
petulance / Fuck it if I can’t have him.” odds, but, these days, she is too omni- that these categories are not a ladder
Feel you, dude. present and powerful to make a very you climb toward peace: it is possible,
Each of Swift’s records has a dis- convincing underdog. Still, interest in instead, to feel all of them at once,
tinct visual component—this is more Swift has yet to diminish or fully sour. briefly or forever. Each stage is evi-
or less the premise of the Eras Tour. She announced the album at the Gram- dent on “The Tortured Poets Depart-
“The Tortured Poets Department” is mys, in February, as she was accepting ment.” Sometimes they oppose one
preoccupied with writerly accoutre- the award for Best Pop Vocal Album, another: Swift is cocky and self-loath-
ments, but the vibe is ultimately more for her previous record, “Midnights.” ing, tough and vulnerable, totally fine
high-end stationery store than musty I found her speech so profoundly mer- and completely destroyed. She is free,
rare-books room. Initially, the title cenary it was sort of funny. “I want to but trapped. Dominant, powerless. She
seemed as if it might be a smirking ref- say thank you to the fans by telling wants this, but she doesn’t. Those sorts
erence to Joe Alwyn (he once joked you a secret that I’ve been keeping of contradictions can be dizzying, but,
about being part of a WhatsApp group from you for the last two years, which in the end, they’re also the last things
called the Tortured Man Club). But I is that my brand-new album comes keeping her human. 
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 67
soundproof recording booth, lit by Jiyoun
THE THEATRE Chang to seem as cold as a fish tank. The
part-British, part-American band, never
named in Adjmi’s text, is essentially Fleet-
NIGHT MUSIC wood Mac, and the album we’re watch-
ing them craft in the course of an increas-
“Stereophonic” and “Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club” on Broadway. ingly torturous year seems awfully
similar to that band’s fraught masterpiece,
BY HELEN SHAW “Rumours.”The British musicians are the
drummer, Simon (Chris Stack); the bass-
ist, Reg (Will Brill); and his keyboardist
wife, Holly (Juliana Canfield).Two Amer-
icans have joined them on the path to
superstardom: the Stevie Nicks-inflected
lead singer, Diana (Sarah Pidgeon), and
her domineering partner, a Lindsey Buck-
ingham-ish guitarist and perfectionist
producer named Peter (Tom Pecinka).
The biographical details, though, are
Adjmi’s to do with as he pleases, and he
focusses on the extraordinary intensity
engendered by creative collaboration, de-
sire, and tons of cocaine. He shows us
Reg and Holly serially breaking up, as
well as Peter and Diana’s toxic codepen-
dence. The term “stereophonic” refers to
blending multiple transmission channels,
which the play literally does: as Grover
adjusts the faders on the console, we
sometimes eavesdrop on private conver-
sations in the booth. We hear murmurs,
tape reels clicking, room tone, and then,
BOOM BOOM BOOM, the bass drum
pounding away behind our ribs. Rela-
tionship catastrophes strike and recede,
but the recording goes on. (Time may
heal all wounds, but music preserves
them.) Above all, the quintet appears to
be, ruinously, in love with itself; even
Grover almost falls into the band’s erotic,
hen “Stereophonic,”David Adjmi’s merly of Arcade Fire), would make us generative turbulence. Only his assistant
W magnum opus about a nineteen-
seventies rock band recording an album,
imagine our own green selves up there,
and want the velvet pants to prove it.
Charlie (Andrew R. Butler, who looks
like a weed-dealing St. Jerome) main-
débuted last year, at Playwrights Hori- Now that “Stereophonic” has moved tains his distance, mostly because no one
zons, the Off Broadway venue gave over to Broadway’s Golden Theatre, you’ll have remembers his name. The audience
part of its lobby to a vintage-clothing to source your own flares. But the show should listen to him, though. “The room
shop. The theatre knew that spending retains its immersive effect, thanks to Ad- has a really nice decay,” Charlie says at
more than three hours with Adjmi’s char- jmi’s fly-on-the-wall hyperrealism, di- one point, hearing some subtle, perhaps
acters, each one gorgeously outfitted in rected with an invisible hand by Daniel metaphorical, undertones we can’t catch.
the designer Enver Chakartash’s flow- Aukin.The play takes place in a California Adjmi’s slow-moving quasi-docu-
ing bell-bottoms and deep-cut kimono recording studio in 1976 and 1977: David mentary operates in several ways: it feeds
tops, would turn the audience into group- Zinn’s set consists of a cedar-toned control our nostalgia for a time that seems, from
ies. It wouldn’t matter that those same room, a warm domain of squashy floor this distance, promisingly free, and also
characters had been tiresome or vain or pillows and assorted beanbags where the our hunger for virtuosity attained through
careless with one another—the often young engineer Grover (Eli Gelb) oper- dogged work. The actors, all superb, play
dreamy, sometimes electrifying flower- ates a huge mixing console and a twenty- live, and Adjmi, whose script carefully
rock songs, written by Will Butler (for- four-track tape machine. Upstage is a notates their overlapping dialogue, or-
chestrates them beautifully. Brill’s un-
David Adjmi follows a Fleetwood Mac-style band into the recording studio. steady Reg, for instance, who wobbles
68 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 ILLUSTRATION BY NADA HAYEK
from booze to coke and back, sets the ending. (It’s a perpetual two in the morn-
dramatic pace, and Diana’s excellence ing at both the studio and the club.)
tugs at the fabric of the group’s cohe- Kander and Ebb’s musical about the
sion: Pidgeon’s voice, finest when it’s guises of Fascism relies on a slow build
roughest, sets her character apart as the from seeming liberation to revelation: an
one who could actually make a go of a American named Cliff (Ato Blankson-
solo career. As a leitmotif, we hear parts Wood) bumbles his way through Wei-
of a song Diana has written—“I’m in mar Berlin, intoxicated by the permissive
the bright light / Forgetting my name / night life and oblivious of the growing
The shadow of our lives / Familiar but political horrors all around him. It was
strange”—from her initial, hesitant demo last on Broadway in 2015, with Alan Cum-
to the full band’s richly layered final ver- ming playing the mischievous m.c.—a
sion, assembled by an exhausted Grover. certain Puckish reserve is crucial to the
Adjmi asks whether it’s worth wrecking role. The director of this revival, Rebecca
a few hearts to make a great song; he Frecknall, approaches the material as if
answers his own question in the end. she’s exploring hidden meanings in a
The sound designer Ryan Rumery Jacobean text for people who have never
has a nearly impossible task, which he heard a “thou” before. Hers is the subtext-
executes with ambition and finesse, but as-atmosphere version of an auteur direc-
he’s trying for needlepoint accuracy in a tor’s treatment, offering at every moment
Broadway house, which sometimes fights the darkest, grungiest interpretation pos-
back. The way that music stays alive after sible. From the outset, she has the caba-
being electronically organized into tape ret dancers slither like demons in some
is one of the play’s core mysteries, but medieval vision of Hell, which, paradox-
there are places in the Golden where the ically, renders the show both dull—oh,
sound goes a little sour. Playwrights Hori- look, it’s the half-naked tubercular imps
zons’s compact, wood-walled venue func- again—and a bit prudish. By shifting the
tioned as a well-balanced listening room, early parts of the musical toward men-
whereas the sprawling new venue is a ace, Frecknall has made sexual licentious-
gamble, seat by seat. That’s Broadway ness coincident with evil. Surely this is
for you: everybody pays a toll to get there. not her intention.
All is not ill: Gayle Rankin, whose
ransferring a significantly longer voice is a big angry miracle, plays Sally
T distance—say, from London’s West
End—also has its perils. Riding a wave
Bowles, the cabaret’s down-at-the-heels
star, and she scream-sings with such total
of critical acclaim (and seven Olivier conviction that she almost sells the show
Awards), “Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club,” as her own personal nightmare. But
starring Eddie Redmayne as the titular Frecknall chooses Redmayne as her pro-
boîte’s master of ceremonies, comes to duction’s centerpiece, and it’s been clear
town. Instead of a vintage-clothing shop, since he performed in “Red” on Broad-
the production has installed themed bars way, in 2010, that he is most affecting
on every floor of the August Wilson when his impulses are reined in. When
Theatre and transformed its proscenium they aren’t, he can careen into absurdity,
stage into a luxe, in-the-round burlesque as he does here—inventing a German
joint. Yet although the performers come accent so pernicious (“Tomowwoar be-
as close to the audience as they can, in- longs toor me,” he sings) that you can’t
cluding onto the occasional lap, the action always understand him, and an overly
itself often feels far away, perhaps on the ornate physical vocabulary that’s one part
other side of the chasm between Amer- silent-film Pierrot and one part Igor from
ican and British dramatic sensibilities. “Young Frankenstein.” I have never felt
There are resonances between “Cab- so far from other audiences as I did know-
aret,” originally produced in 1966, and ing that this incarnation was beloved in
“Stereophonic.” John Kander, Fred Ebb, London. Perhaps British viewers, famil-
and Joe Masteroff’s version of the early iar with stylization from Christmas pan-
nineteen-thirties chimes, strangely, with tomimes and music-hall tradition, enjoy
the nineteen-seventies. In each show, a broader mode of performance than I
we’re plunged into a louche, long-ago de- do. Or, as with that “decay” in the “Ste-
cade, in which drug-fuelled, antic musi- reophonic” studio, maybe there are some
cians make art as though the world were qualities I simply cannot hear. 
higher. Thirteen years ago, in happier
THE CURRENT CINEMA times, Art and Patrick were best friends
and doubles partners; then along came
Tashi, a tennis prodigy with her own
TRIPLE FAULT dreams of stardom. Both boys were
smitten; Patrick wooed her first, but it
“Challengers.” was Art she married, pouring her tal-
ent and ambition into his career after
BY JUSTIN CHANG injury derailed her own. “Challengers,”
in other words, comes at you like an
meal is never just a meal in a Luca don’t). Early on, Art Donaldson (Mike amped-up, Adidas-sponsored “Jules and
A Guadagnino movie; each bite is a
prelude to a kiss, every feast a form of
Faist), a blond tennis champ mired in
an early-thirties slump, passes through
Jim”—a funny, tempestuous, and exu-
berantly lusty story about how three
foreplay. In his shimmering melodrama a kitchen stocked with fitness drinks, to athletic demigods see their destinies
“I Am Love” (2009), whose beauties be ingested on a schedule enforced by upended. And Guadagnino tells it the
range from the churches of Sanremo his wife and coach, Tashi Duncan (Zen- way he knows best, with a sometimes
to the alabaster countenance of Tilda daya). Art is disciplined to a fault, and exasperating but ultimately irresistible
Swinton, the most ravishing image is a his regimen hints at a joyless caution surfeit of style.
plate of prawns, passionately prepared that, in the eyes of a cinematic voluptuary We begin and end at that Challenger
tournament, where the sun beats down
on a spectacle of unrivalled hotness. The
camera, commanded by the cinematog-
rapher Sayombhu Mukdeeprom, seems
to be everywhere at once, exulting in the
glory of bared chests and sweat-matted
leg hair. A thunderous techno score, com-
posed by Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross,
pulses and surges hypnotically beneath
the action, never quite drowning out the
men’s grunts of effort and release. In the
stands, the spectators jerk their heads
dutifully left and right, but the camera
keeps finding Tashi’s gaze, fixed straight
ahead. She alone sees past the individ-
ual strokes, and the over-all score, to per-
ceive the deeper psychological game her
boys are playing.
From this narrative baseline, the back-
Zendaya is a tennis coach caught in a love triangle in Luca Guadagnino’s film. story tumbles out in all directions, sus-
taining a dizzying rally of flashbacks
and breathlessly consumed. Food is even like Guadagnino, already seems like de- and flash-forwards across a decade-plus
more boldly eroticized in “Call Me by feat. By contrast, another player, the narrative span. The screenwriter, Justin
Your Name” (2017), which features sug- rakishly handsome Patrick Zweig ( Josh Kuritzkes, ingeniously employs the struc-
gestively oozing egg yolk and a memo- O’Connor), is dieting only because he’s ture of a tennis match, elastic yet com-
rably despoiled peach. And what of flat broke. As he drifts from tourna- partmentalized, to track the fluctuations
“Bones and All” (2022), which, being a ment to tournament, he looks so piti- of his characters’ fortunes. He pulls us
cannibal romance, brings Guadagnino’s ably hungry that, at one point, a stranger back to game days at Stanford, then lobs
fixations with food and flesh to a gris- kindly offers him half of her breakfast us forward several years to a competi-
tly point of convergence? Let’s just say sandwich. But, as Patrick tears into his tion in Atlanta, with a number of battery-
it’s his one picture that’s ideally viewed first meal in a while, his sheer gusto is recharging stopovers at the New Ro-
on an empty stomach. its own sign of triumph; it warns us not chelle match in between. It doesn’t
“Challengers,” Guadagnino’s irre- to count him out. entirely work; the ball-smashing cuts
pressibly entertaining new movie, serves The year is 2019, and Art and Pat- between time frames get repetitive, and
up a lighter repast—a post-horror pal- rick, both in need of a boost, are pre- the net effect, so to speak, is of weighty
ate cleanser, seasoned with generous paring to face each other in a Chal- accumulation when a nimbler accelera-
sprinklings of sweat. It unfolds in the lenger tournament, the second tier of tion is called for. Still, like any skilled
low-fat, high-energy world of compet- competitive tennis, in New Rochelle. opponent, the movie keeps us off bal-
itive tennis, but even here the charac- The professional implications are minor, ance, revealing what happened before-
ters are very much what they eat (or but the emotional stakes couldn’t be hand with sharp narrative backhands.
70 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 6, 2024 ILLUSTRATION BY RAJ DHUNNA
In a flash, then, Art and Patrick are The effect isn’t titillating; it’s clarifying. This isn’t the first time that Zendaya
eighteen again, inseparable buddies with In sex, as in tennis, anticipation is has been stuck on the sidelines watch-
insatiable appetites. In one scene, they everything. Watch how the director ing two men go at it. Scarcely two months
stuff their faces with hot dogs; later, one pokes his camera, with unconcealed have passed since the arrival of “Dune:
naughtily bites off the end of the oth- thirst, into a men’s locker room, or plops Part Two,” which made her stand watch,
er’s churro. If your innuendo alarm is Art and Patrick down in a sauna, as in helpless horror, over a climactic and
going off, “Challengers” is just getting though cruising around for gay-porn unsubtly homoerotic spectacle of male
warmed up. So is Tashi, who bursts onto scenarios that never materialize. But violence. The hand-to-hand combat in
the scene as a Stanford-bound player, with anticipation can also come defla- “Challengers” is juicier still, if markedly
and whose brilliance on the court sets tion; Guadagnino treats sex as a con- less bloody; no one gets stabbed, and the
the boys’ hearts aflutter. Yet, as eager as versation, and any conversation can go fate of planetary civilizations does not
they are to wield the racquets in their south. In the movie’s most exquisitely hang in the balance. Even so, Tashi’s
pockets, the triangle comes together modulated and carnally forthright scene, tense gaze seems to contain a small cos-
slowly. A hotel-room flirtation seems Patrick and Tashi begin to make love, mos of anguished possibilities. Is she
headed in the promising direction of a only to discover, in the heat of an ill- wryly envisioning herself as the ball that
three-way, but Tashi, a master of the timed argument, that their limbs and Art and Patrick keep slamming over the
tease, backs away at the moment of peak loins are far more in synch than their net? Or perhaps she’s the trophy that
arousal. “I’m not a home-wrecker,” she egos and athletic aspirations. The en- one of them will hoist aloft—and, if so,
declares, and we know instinctively what counter ends abruptly, and the relation- does that make her the inevitable win-
she means. In toying with Art’s and ship soon follows suit. Not even love ner or the ultimate loser?
Patrick’s affections, she exposes a soft can trump their love of the game. These are intriguing if somewhat
spot, even a hint of unspoken desire, in It is Tashi’s career-ending injury that dispiriting questions, and I doubt I’m
their rambunctious camaraderie. spurs her second act, personal and pro- alone in wishing that Tashi’s own ath-
fessional, with Art. Somewhere along letic dreams hadn’t come to a prema-
hat failed seduction isn’t the only the way they have a daughter, but she’s ture end. My mind flashed back to the
T instance of coitus interruptus. So
effortlessly does Guadagnino establish
a narrative afterthought; “Challengers,”
like its characters, turns tennis into tun-
wanly likable “Wimbledon” (2004),
which benched its female star, Kirsten
a vibe of free-floating horndoggery that nel vision. As Art’s coach, Tashi is hell- Dunst, while ushering her male beau
it takes a moment to realize how little bent on his success, and he needs all her into the winner’s circle. Guadagnino has
actual intercourse there is in the movie. drive and smarts to direct him. Faist has two men to usher, and the final stretch
It scarcely matters. It would be hard to as much live-wire physicality here as he of “Challengers” smacks of both des-
overstate what a glorious, no-fucks- did, as Riff, in Steven Spielberg’s “West peration and bravura as it pulls out stop
given rebuke “Challengers” represents Side Story” (2021), but his rascally im- after stop: suddenly, this sports movie
to the regrettably puritanical ethos that pulses have given way to an elfin sweet- becomes a gale-force disaster flick and
governs most mainstream Hollywood ness, a melancholy grasp of his own lim- a buddy comedy of remarriage. If the
releases. If the movie makes little dis- itations. For Tashi, Art is the boringly wrap-up feels overextended—right down
tinction between sex scenes and non- safe bet, the player and spouse who will to a closing twist that you’ll see com-
sex scenes, it’s because Guadagnino never fall below or rise above a certain ing several tennis courts away—you can
knows that people can’t be readily sep- threshold. Patrick is the more gifted but hardly blame Guadagnino for falling so
arated into minds and bodies. He sees far more volatile wild card, and O’Con- hard for his players, or for getting so
his characters whole, libidos and all, and nor’s devilishly charming grin keeps entangled in the geometry of their de-
their every expression and gesture finding ways to woo us—not that we’re sires. He lives to serve, and he wants the
throws off a coruscating erotic energy. the ones who need persuading. game to go on forever. 

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THIS WEEK’S CONTEST

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THE FINALISTS THE WINNING CAPTION

“The seller isn’t willing to come down.”


Daniel Galef, Cincinnati, Ohio

“We can close the deal with a secret handshake.” “I’ll listen to four pitches and then I’m walking.”
Kara Nagle, Morrisonville, Ill. Susan Murray, Ann Arbor, Mich.

“The other prospective buyer fell through.”


Krista Agatielli, Staten Island, N.Y.
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PUZZLES & GAMES DEPT.


14 15 16

THE 17 18 19

CROSSWORD 20 21 22

23 24 25
A challenging puzzle.
26 27 28 29 30

BY WILL NEDIGER
31 32 33 34 35

36 37
ACROSS
1 Pinch some dough, say
38 39
6 LAX setting
8 Hardly an original observation 40 41 42
14 World capital near the Gulf of Tonkin
15 Music to a massage therapist’s ears 43 44 45 46 47

16 Messing who played the latter title


48 49 50 51 52
characters on “Ned and Stacey” and
“Will & Grace”
53 54 55
17 ___ the Giant
18 Spheres at a restaurant 56 57 58
18 Eight-and-a-half-pound honor
20 Fraction of the back forty 59 60 61

21 “Good job!” reply


22 “You Bright and ___ Angels” (William
T. Vollmann novel) DOWN 37 Grew tired of
23 Trademark-infringement complaint? 1 Street snack such as pani puri 38 Wistful longing, in Portuguese culture
26 One attempting a comeback, maybe 2 Cowpoke’s place 42 Plant-based bath product
27 Little cut 3 Hindu thunder deity 44 Insult hurled by a cartoonish villain
31 “I can barely remember what happened” 4 Very understatedly? 45 Salmon relative
34 Tracy, to his Hollywood friends 5 Popular food on March 14th 46 Rascal
36 Remote areas 6 Dance coach? 47 Country on the Arabian Peninsula
37 Gave the cold shoulder 7 Like theatrical cuts compared with 48 Successful defenders get them
38 At home in high society, perhaps director’s cuts, usually 48 Backstory
38 They may be seen floating in a bubble 8 Pronoun pair for some nonbinary people 50 Away sans permission
bath 8 Festoon 55 “___ Will” (Rammstein song whose title
40 Grown-up pup 10 Fashionably rugged look means “I Want”)
41 Acclamation 11 They’re recited to the tune of “Ah! Vous
43 “. . . but I wouldn’t count on it” Dirai-Je, Maman” Solution to the previous puzzle:
48 Chidi’s response to “It’s like, who died 12 “Jeanius” rapper Jean ___
and left Aristotle in charge of ethics?,” T I B E T E V I L P S S T
on “The Good Place” 13 Do enough to deserve A N I M A C A N E L A N E

51 Many Pablo Neruda works 21 Comment from someone who’s ready to B L O O D H O U N D O D I N


retire O A T S E L L H T T P
52 Paleontologist’s discovery
24 Developer of the oral polio vaccine O W E N F I T N E S S A P P
53 Nonfiction category S C O O T E P A U L E T
25 Big-time
54 Flagpole sitting, in the nineteen- H I P L E V I M E T A
twenties 28 Indigenous people of Eastern Canada S T E A D I C A M

55 “Antiracist Baby” author ___ X. Kendi 28 Added to a chain S O B E A S U S M A D


I M A M E S S B O R E R
56 Funny, but not laugh-out-loud funny 30 Shoes once worn by George Mikan and
R A D A R T O W E R Y E O W
57 Second word of a Shakespeare title Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
N I K E E X I T P O I
58 Hardwood stick used for percussion 31 Measurements that are high for I.P.A.s J A D E T H A T T R A C K S
58 Tennis star born in Novi Sad 32 Defeated paper without choosing P I E R B U R R E Q U I P

60 Female lobster scissors? G R A S A N Y A K I T E S

61 “Mountains and Sea” painter 33 Udon alternative


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