Professional Documents
Culture Documents
DRAWINGS Will McPhail, Robert Leighton, Trevor Spaulding, Benjamin Schwartz, Michael Crawford, David Sipress, Shannon
Wheeler, Liam Francis Walsh, Edward Koren, Edward Steed, David Borchart,William Haefeli, Jason Patterson, Jack Ziegler,
Emily Flake, Frank Cotham, Amy Hwang, Tom Toro, Paul Noth, Avi Steinberg, Charlie Hankin, Danny Shanahan, P. C. Vey
SPOTS Giacomo Bagnara
CONTRIBUTORS
Ryan Lizza (Taming Trump, p. 30), a Alexandra Schwartz (Books, p. 80) be-
Washington correspondent for The came a sta writer earlier this year.
New Yorker, is also a political commen-
tator for CNN. Cynan Jones (Fiction, p. 72) is the au-
thor of ve novels, including The Dig
Dexter Filkins (The Thirty-Year Coup, and Cove, which will be published
p. 60) is a sta writer and the author in the U.K. this fall.
of The Forever War, which won a
National Book Critics Circle Award. Zo Heller (Books, p. 90) contributes to
The New York Review of Books. She has
Sheila Marikar (The Talk of the Town, published three novels, including Notes
p. 24) is a writer living in Los Ange- on a Scandal.
les. She is currently working on a book
about modern-day communes. C. L. ODell (Poem, p. 97) is a poet and
the editor of The Paris-American.
Jack Handey (Shouts & Murmurs, p. 37)
has written several humor books, in- Leo Robson (Books, p. 94) is a freelance
cluding, most recently, Squeaky Poems: writer based in London.
Rhymes About My Rat.
Alex Ross (Musical Events, p. 104), the
Julie Phillips (Out of Bounds, p. 38) is magazines music critic since 1996, is
working on a book on writing and working on a book entitled Wag-
mothering, and is researching a biog- nerism: Art in the Shadow of Music.
raphy of Ursula K. Le Guin.
Anthony Lane (The Current Cinema,
R. Kikuo Johnson (Cover), an illustrator p. 108) is a sta writer and lm critic
and cartoonist, teaches cartooning at for the magazine. Nobodys Perfect
the Rhode Island School of Design. is a collection of his New Yorker pieces.
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2 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016
THE MAIL
A MUSEUMS UNSUNG HERO ray Perahia, who had been scheduled to
both conduct and perform, had to drop
Vinson Cunninghams piece on the out. The late Sir Neville Marriner con-
Smithsonian Institutions new National ducted, and Wang, with just a few weeks
Museum of African American History notice, took on the planned Mendels-
and Culture describes the museums long sohn and Mozart concertos. Her per-
period of gestation, the obstacles it faced, formance of Mozarts C-Minor Con-
and its many champions, but neglects to certo was remarkable. As her teacher
mention one of its major contributors, Gary Graman told Malcolm earlier this
the late African-American architect year, Who can play Mozart the way she
J. Max Bond, Jr. (Making a Home for did? It was so natural, in such good taste.
Black History, August 29th). The idea One of the orchestra musicians later told
of a national museum dedicated to the me that they had all been impressed
African-American experience was rst as strong a recommendation as any Mo-
discussed in 1915. In 1991, while working zartian could wish for. Later, I saw Wang
on the Birmingham Civil Rights Insti- chatting with friends backstage. She had
tute with the congressman John Lewis, already changed into jeans and at shoes.
Bond joined the eort. In 2006, he and Whatever she chooses to wear, her excep-
another noted architect, Phil Freelon, re- tional musicianship is the genuine article.
ceived the commission to dene the proj- David Beech
ects objectives and to choose its site on Monterey, Calif.
the Mall. The early work of Bond and 1
Freelon, who joined forces with the mu- CHOPPED
seums director, Lonnie Bunch, and the
Smithsonian, led to an open design com- I read Ian Parkers piece on the Times
petition. A rm believer in the power of restaurant critic Pete Wells on Septem-
collaboration, Bond invited David Ad- ber 11th, ironic timing for a piece that
jaye to join him and Freelon, to form a refers to ve-hundred-dollar dinners
partnershipFABwhich ultimately won (Knives Out, September 12th). I was
the commission. Bond, who died in 2009, left with real sympathy for both Wells
saw the design process as akin to a jazz and the chef-restaurateur David Chang,
ensemble, where individuals would in- whose restaurant was the subject of one
spire one another to create a structure of Wellss critical reviews. Eating at a
that reected the richness and diversity Manhattan destination restaurant is an
of African-American life. The museum increasingly vainglorious experience; no
is not the eort of a single architect, Ad- wonder the food often disappoints and
jaye, as Cunninghams article suggests. the fun has become dicult to locate.
While Bond cannot be here to share in Wells tells the devastated Chang, This
the triumph, the decade of eort by him is the life you chose, and so did Wells,
and his team should be recognized. who has the power to make or destroy
Charlie Shorter careers. But its worth noting that they
Senior Adviser, Davis Brody Bond work in a rareed arena, in which good
New York City food has become something more and
1 yet less than it is for most people, to whom
A STAR TURN it means sustenance and community.
Hank Benson
Yuja Wangs emergence as a gifted New Haven, Conn.
Mozart interpreter is a less recent phe-
nomenon than Janet Malcolm claims
in her Prole of the pianist (Perfor- Letters should be sent with the writers name,
mance Artist, September 5th). I saw address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
Wang perform in 2008 with the Acad- themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
emy of St. Martin in the Fields, at the any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
age of twenty-one, when the pianist Mur- of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
Anna Deavere Smith has carved out a singular niche straddling performance art, academia, and public-
interest journalism. Her documentary solo works, in which she plays a panoply of interview subjects,
have covered topics from the Crown Heights riots to the frailties of the human body. In her latest, Notes
from the Field, beginning previews Oct. 15 at Second Stage, Smith (above, in costume) draws on more
than two hundred and fty interviews to explore hot-button issues of education and inequality.
PHOTOGRAPH BY RYAN PFLUGER
flare, an aura, a dotted pattern of sun on the
wall. The emptiest of these images recall Uta
Oscar Murillo
At the age of thirty, the London-based artist has
been a market phenom for several years, but he
may feel that he still has something to prove.
In his second solo in New York, Murillo comes
on like a house afire with big, heavily stitched,
messy but strangely elegant paintings that fea-
ture fugitive antique images, including one of a
marching band; many handmade books of furi-
ously scribbled drawings and personal snapshots;
and an immense installation. The latter, entitled
COURTESY THE ARTIST AND TEAM GALLERY, NEW YORK
Stephen Shames
The New York photographer got his start in 1966,
documenting the founding and growth of the
Black Panther Party, in pictures that emphasized
substance while admiring style. Any show of that
Sam McKinnisss painting Swan II, in Egyptian Violet, at the Team gallery, opening Oct. 13. series of Shamess cant avoid the trivializing tug
The exhibition title refers to the crepuscular pigment the young artist uses, to striking effect. of radical chic (Angela Davis, Huey Newton, and
NIGHT LIFE
tory of the music under his fingers, and a solo
performance will be the optimum way for him
to share his encyclopedic knowledge and breath-
taking virtuosity. (Jazz Standard, 116 E. 27th St.
dation for monotone femme-rap parables. Semi- 212-576-2232. Oct. 12.)
1
ROCK AND POP automatic sisters, Cunniff sings on Daughters
of the Kaos, I might be strong, but dont call me Freddy Cole
Musicians and night-club proprietors lead mister. Fans of the groups biggest hit, the rave- Old-school suave and still in hale voice, Cole
complicated lives; its advisable to check friendly Naked Eye, will likely enjoy its 2013 (here celebrating his eighty-fifth birthday) has
in advance to conrm engagements. reunion album, Magic Hour. The continuity is yet to encounter a ballad or a swinging blues
uncanny, given that Trimble opted out of the new number that he couldnt finesse to a shine. It
Tredici Bacci incarnation of the act. Also in 2013, the band re- took him decades to step outside the shadow
A few years ago, the guitarist Simon Hanes, a New leased Baby DJ, a record for the young children of his brother Nat, but Freddy now commands
England Conservatory graduate obsessed with that members conceived while on hiatus; catch from a throne of his own. (Jazz Standard, 116
Italian and French soundtracks of the nineteen- their only live performance of the year. (The Bell E. 27th St. 212-576-2232. Oct. 13-16.)
sixties and seventies, put together this fourteen- House, 149 7th St., Brooklyn. 718-643-6510. Oct. 14.)
piece band of well-trained musicians to play his Christine Ebersole
complex tunes, which pay tribute to Ennio Mor- Rhythm of Afrika If portraying both Big and Little Edie Beale
ricones spaghetti-Western scores and to the sleazy, Some of the most exciting sounds in dance are com- in the same production of the musical Grey
funk-tinged lounge compositions of Morricones ing from militant producers bent on jamming hard- Gardens doesnt confirm your theatrical bona
contemporary Armando Trovajoli. Tredici Baccis edged club rhythms together with transcendent fides, then what can? The veteran actress and
forthcoming dbut, Amore per Tutti, includes sul- Afrobeats. The results are sprawling and rich, re- vocalist Ebersole won her second Tony Award
try ballads with feathery harmonies, up-tempo tunes configuring everything that fans love about house for that dual performance, and her manifold
with aggressive bass lines, and a snarled guest vocal, and dancehall. Such d.j.s and producers are regu- talents are sure to be on vivid display during
delivered by the downtown scum-rock legend J. G. lars at this monthly rave, and are increasingly influ- this intimate engagement. (Caf Carlyle, Car-
Thirlwell, on the records most addictive cut, Give ential on the pop circuit; summer hits from Party- lyle Hotel, Madison Ave. at 76th St. 212-744-
Him the Gun. This performance features a nine- NextDoor and Drake leaned on the jumping tropical 1600. Oct. 11-22.)
piece version of the bandplenty to fill the cozy rhythms that are standard across select D.I.Y. venues
back room of this elegant little club. Opening will and dives. STA7CK (pronounced stark) and Brian Jazz 100: The Music of Dizzy, Ella, Mongo,
be the Actual Trio, a Berkeley-based jazz group that Lee McCloud (known as B.L.M.) are two young and Monk
includes John Hanes, Simons father, on drums. (The jockeys with boundless taste and mixes worth sift- Other than their legendary jazz status, what do
Owl, 497 Rogers Ave., Brooklyn. 718-774-0042. Oct. 12.) ing through for hidden African house gems; they Dizzy Gillespie, Ella Fitzgerald, Mongo San-
co-headline this sweaty installment at the Knock- tamaria, and Thelonious Monk have in com-
Craig David down Center, a converted glass-and-door factory mon? Theyll all have their hundredth birthdays
This U.K. pop martyr has staged a resurrection that lures club rats out to Queens each weekend. in 2017. For this early celebration, a hand-picked
that few people could have seen coming, but which (52-19 Flushing Ave., Maspeth. 347-915-5615. Oct. 14.) ensemble, under the direction of the pianist
seems all the more fitting with each listen to the Danilo Perez, including Chris Potter, Wycliffe
Hot 100. The dots connected last September, when Caetano Veloso Gordon, and Ledisi, reinterprets music from
David performed his 2000 classic, Fill Me In, on Earlier this year, the seventy-four-year-old Bra- each of the icons. (Rose Theatre, Jazz at Lin-
BBC 1, over the instrumental to Jack s smash, zilian legend Veloso released Dois Amigos, Um coln Center, Broadway at 60th St. 212-721-6500.
Where Are Now. The harmonies were in key, Seculo de Musica, an exquisite live album with Oct. 14-15.)
the drops lined up, and the studio erupted at the his lifelong friend and sometime musical collab-
realization that the U.K. garage sound had snuck orator Gilberto Gil. The stripped-down record, Bucky Pizzarelli Trio
back on air. A video of the performance racked up a high point in a half-century-long career filled Pizzarellis dulcet tone and perfectly turned
four hundred thousand views, and within weeks with them, features Velosos 1967 saudade classic phrases have filled the air for some eight de-
David had announced a new album and gone back Corao Vagabundo, along with newer songs cades nowthis year, the dean of mainstream
on tour. But hed been setting the stage since 2013, that showcase his undiminished talent for lyrical jazz guitar turned ninety. Supported by his son
when he started the TS5 party series in Miami, sophistication and harmonic ambiguity. For this Martin on bass and the second guitarist Ed Laub,
spinning rave, soul, R. & B., and garage while im- solo concert, Veloso will present material spanning Pizzarelli will demonstrate undiminished flair
provising live performances throughout. The party several decades in a similarly spare manner, but on his trademark seven-stringed instrument.
comes to Rough Trade this week, in celebration of his primary motivation is to draw attention to the (Jazz at Kitano, 66 Park Ave., at 38th St. 212-885-
Following My Intuition, Davids first No. 1 album opening act, Teresa Christina. Christina, a subtle, 7119. Oct. 14.)
in sixteen years. (64 N. 9th St., Brooklyn. roughtra- potent singer, will perform the songs of the samba
denyc.com. Oct. 14.) pioneer Cartola, accompanied by her tasteful, vir- Gary Smulyan
tuoso guitarist, Carlinhos Sete Cordas. (Town Hall, The baritone may never attain the sexy cachet
Luscious Jackson 123 W. 43rd St. 212-840-2824. Oct. 12-13.) of other members of the saxophone family,
Luscious Jacksons dbut record, Natural In- but that hasnt discouraged persuasive stylists
gredients, was the first release on the Beastie 1 from coaxing magic from the horn. Smulyan,
Boys now-defunct label, Grand Royal. In 1991, JAZZ AND STANDARDS among the handful of contemporary titans of
Jill Cunniff, Gabrielle Glaser, Vivien Trimble, the instrument, unites a hefty sound with near-
and Kate Schellenbach offered an X-Girl alter- Henry Butler frightening dexterity. (Smoke, 2751 Broadway,
native to Pauls Boutique, blending rumbling New Orleanss own Butler is an astonishing pi- between 105th and 106th Sts. 212-864-6662.
funk breaks and dusted post-punk riffs as a foun- anist whose technical agility is matched only by Oct. 12-13.)
formers is not only a face and a body that Central Europe, emigrated to England to the safety of the present, Traherne makes
distill emotions we may or may not have escape the Second World War; as Jews, a romance of the past, just as audiences
been aware of but also a person who reects they were outsiders in a country where tend to make a romance of Weisz. Part of
something of the times. While we some- anti-Semitism was often the rule, not the her strength is her ability to resist such
times associate the lush, forty-six-year-old exception. Weiszs dierence made her easy classications, and to show us various
British-born consummate actress Rachel watchful, interior, rebellious. At secondary unconscious states consciously, with a
Weiszs romantic countenance and mind- school, she was fortunate to meet an in- conjurers truth.
fulness with epochs other than her own structor who picked up on her talent for Hilton Als
Yvon loses his family while imprisoned; when he Jacob (Keith Poulson), a wounded Iraq War veteran
gets out, he acts on his blankly righteous rage. newly released from the hospital. Grievously burned,
Bresson captures the moral weight of tiny gestures Jacob lives as a recluse; his girlfriend, Tricia (Kristin
in brisk, precise images, and conveys the cosmic Slaysman), works hard to sustain their relationship.
evil of daily life through one of the all-time great Their mother, Joani (Ally Sheedy), who suffers from
soundtracks, full of the rustle of bills and the clink depression, and their father, Bill (Peter Hedges), a
of change, the click of a cash register and the snap failing actor, maintain a veneer of exuberance, which
of locks. These noises make the exchange of labor Colleens arrival quickly shatters. Despite the fami-
and goods for money play like original sin itself. lys troubles, the film is as joyful and energetic as it
Bresson builds a brilliant sequence from an oppres- is unsparing and compassionate. Infusions of goth
sive succession of doorsof a paddy wagon, a store, styles retrieved from the siblings adolescence and
and a subway car, ending with the hellish barriers their ecstatic reunion with old friends, vibrant un-
that separate a prisoner from his freedom. A spir- dercurrents of local weirdness and echoes of radi-
itual filmmaker, Bresson is fascinated by violence. cal activism shake the core of heartland stereotypes.
Here, he revisits a classic moment from Psycho in With its blend of terrifyingly intense family bonds
a terrifying wink and reveals the makingas well as and the howling furies of the world outside, this is a
the meaningof a sacred monster. In French.Rich- great American political film.R.B. (Metrograph.)
ard Brody (Film Society of Lincoln Center; Oct. 12.)
The Magnificent Seven
Certain Women A well-meaning rehash of John Sturgess 1960 West-
The three sections of Kelly Reichardts new film ern, Antoine Fuquas movie takes place in 1879, in a
set in Montana and adapted from stories by Maile town that is blessed with a gold mine and cursed by
Meloyare consistent in their restrained tone but the heavy hand of Bartholomew Bogue (Peter Sars-
divergent in their impact. The first two episodes gaard). Murdering, menacing, or buying off the cit-
offer little besides moderately engaging plots, but izens, he seems invincible, until one proud widow
the third packs an overwhelming power of mood, (Haley Bennett) brings in a gaggle of mixed mer-
observation, and longing. In the first, Laura Dern cenaries. They are played by Denzel Washington,
plays Laura, a lawyer whose affair with a married man Chris Pratt, Ethan Hawke, Byung-hun Lee, Ma-
named Ryan (James Le Gros) is ending just as a cli- nuel Garcia-Rulfo, Martin Sensmeier, and an ur-
ent (Jared Harris), a disabled construction worker, sine Vincent DOnofrio: not a bad gang, and cer-
comes unhinged. In the second, Ryan and his wife, tainly diverse enough to meet our ethnic demands,
Gina (Michelle Williams), who is also his boss, visit yet it lacks the near-wordless cool that radiated
an elderly acquaintance, Albert (Ren Auberjonois), from some of Sturgess teamYul Brynner, James
to buy stone for their country house. The third story Coburn, Robert Vaughn, and Steve McQueen. The
features Lily Gladstone as Jamie, a young caretaker shootouts, too, fall short of the old dexterity; the
at a horse farm who drops in on an adult-education most interesting innovation, mid-finale, is the cruel
class and strikes up a tense and tenuous friendship arrival of a Gatling gun, which allows the unchiv-
with the teacher, a young lawyer named Beth (Kristen alrous shadow of the modern age to fall across the
Stewart). Here, Reichardt infuses slender details with West.A.L. (10/3/16) (In wide release.)
breathtaking emotion. The fervent attention to light
and movementas in a scene of a quietly frenzied Masterminds
nocturnal pursuitseems to expand cinematic time Jared Hesss wildly plotted comedy of clueless crim-
and fill it with inner life.R.B. (In limited release.) inals, based on a true story, is intermittently funny
but consistently inspired. Its about an armored-car
Deepwater Horizon driver named David Ghantt (Zach Galifianakis),
Peter Bergs account of the explosion on an oil rig off who, in 1997, in rural North Carolina, is persuaded
the coast of Louisiana, in 2010, is so expertly done, by Kelly (Kristen Wiig), with whom hes hopelessly
and so thrilling to behold, that you end up slightly in love, to steal millions in cash from his companys
troubled by your own excitement. Should the story vault. She, in turn, is under the influence of a coolly
of a true catastrophe, which left eleven people dead devious friend (Owen Wilson), who ships David off
and wrought havoc on the environment, really be to Mexico and sends a hit man (Jason Sudeikis) to
this much fun? We get a small squad of characters keep him silent. The reversals of fortune, the nar-
to guide us through the tangle of the incident. Mark row escapes, the plans for revengeand, for that
Wahlberg plays Mike Williams, the chief electron- matter, the ludicrous details of the robbery itself
ics technician on the rig, with Kate Hudson as his are gleefully outlandish, and Hess infuses them
wife and an indestructible Kurt Russell as his boss, with his unique sugar-frosted style and religious
known to all as Mr. Jimmy. The villain of the piece, substance. The carefully coiffed, goofily tucked-in
a senior figure from BP, isas you would hope David seems to be answering, in his own blunder-
played by John Malkovich. (Though the bulk of the ing way, the call of a higher power; Davids jilted fi-
blame ultimately went to BP, fault was also found ance, Jandice (Kate McKinnon), blends sacred love
with other companies; but the film has no room for with profane humor; and all of the amateur miscre-
such niceties.) The movie, credible and relaxed as ants have a wide-eyed navet that veers toward holy
it delves into the daylight habits of the crew, bursts innocence.R.B. (In wide release.)
into pandemonium as the well blows, night falls, and
the flames assume command. If you dont quite un- Sully
derstand whats happening, youre not alone; even Clint Eastwood transforms the events, in 2009, of
some of the old hands, struggling to contain the Flight 1549which Captain Chesley Sullenberger
chaos, are at sea.A.L. (10/10/16) (In wide release.) and First Officer Jeff Skiles safely landed in the Hud-
son River after losing both jets in a bird strikeinto
Little Sister a fierce, stark, haunted drama of horror narrowly
The 2008 Presidential election and the intimate dev- avoided. Eastwoods depiction of Sully (played, with
astation resulting from misguided politics are the fully terse gravity, by Tom Hanks) begins with a shock: the
integrated context of Zach Clarks fierce, tender, and captains 9/11-esque vision of his plane crashing into
grandly visionary story of a broken family in broken New York buildings. The action of the film involves
times. Addison Timlin plays Colleen, a young novi- another shock: federal officials question Sullys judg-
tiate in a New York convent who is summoned to her ment and subject him and Skiles (Aaron Eckhart) to
familys home, in North Carolina, to visit her brother, an investigation that could cost him his job and even
his pension. Eastwood films the doomed flight with prisoners (Bill Clintons policies, many undertaken
a terrifyingly intimate sense of danger, focussing with the support of black politicians, were also to
on its existential center, the little red button under blame) as well as the widespread tolerance of police
the pilots thumb. The film movingly depicts Sullys violence against black people, linking legal depravi-
modest insistence that he was just doing his job and ties to entrenched economic interests. The film re-
the collective courage of flight attendants, air-traffic veals crimes that have been fabricated in the service
controllers, police officers, and the passengers them- of oppression as well as another, real and ongoing
selves. But, throughout, Eastwood boldly thrusts at- crimeagainst humanity.R.B. (In limited release.)
tention toward the aftermath of the flight: the nerve-
jangling media distortion of events and personalities, Tower
plus the investigators ultimate weapon, a computer This documentary, by Keith Maitland, reconstructs
simulation of the landing, a movie on which Sullys with forensic precision and dramatic immediacy the
honor depends. The result is Eastwoods dedicated 1966 sniper attack at the University of Texas at Aus-
vision of moviemaking itself.R.B. (In wide release.) tin that left eighteen people dead, an event thats
widely considered the first modern mass shooting.
13th Maitland blends archival footage, original inter-
Ava DuVernays brilliantly analytical and morally views with survivors and responders, and animated
passionate documentary traces the current-day mass images of several sortsincluding, strikingly, ones
incarceration of black Americans to its historical or- that return the interviewees to their age at the time
igins in the Thirteenth Amendment, which banned of the attack. The animation, by Craig Staggs, has
slavery and involuntary servitude except as pun- a notable imaginative specificity, and the meticu-
ishment for a crime. That exception, as she demon- lously complex interweaving of styles turns the film
strates by way of a wide range of interview subjects into a horrifying true-crime thriller thats enriched
(including Jelani Cobb, of The New Yorker) and archi- by a rare depth of inner experience. The effect is as
val material, quickly led to the systematic criminal- much intellectual as emotional, folding the movie
ization of black people. When Jim Crow laws yielded reflexively into its subject: the personal importance
to the civil-rights movement in the nineteen-sixties, of public discussion. The dearth of archival inter-
Richard Nixons Southern strategy and law and views regarding this event corresponds to the inter-
order campaignwhich endure to this dayaimed viewees retrospective view of the mid-sixties. Ex-
to keep black citizens subjugated and out of power. horted at the time to put the troubles behind them
DuVernay shows Ronald Reagans war on drugs, and discouraged from speaking about their expe-
his economic policies, and his efforts at voter sup- riences, many of the subjects approach Maitlands
pression to be a part of the same strategy. Mean- interviews as long-overdue, albeit pain-filled, acts
while, DuVernay traces the rising number of black of personal liberation.R.B. (In limited release.)
DANCE
New York City Ballet reographers previous multimedia works, but its
In the last week of the season, Jerome Robbinss similarly intense. The piece, part of the Crossing
Dances at a Gathering, a favorite of audiences and the Line Festival, is two solos that overlapat-
dancers alike, will be performed four times as part of tracting, repelling, and sometimes colliding with
a double bill, with George Balanchines Firebird. each other. Lora Juodkaite, who spun with relent-
Dances at a Gathering, from 1969, marked Robbinss less virtuosity in Ouramdanes Ordinary Wit-
return to ballet after years of working on Broadway. nesses, spins again here, while Annie Hanauer,
Made up of a series of solos, duets, trios, and ensem- who has one prosthetic arm, seems stripped of de-
bles set to Chopin piano works, it is linked by a thread fenses as she twitches. (Baryshnikov Arts Center,
of lyricism, humor, and delicate emotion. Firebird, 450 W. 37th St. 866-811-4111. Oct. 13-15.)
in contrast, is a Russian folk tale with all the trim-
mings: a magic bird, a sorcerer, a pure-hearted prince, Danish Dance Theatre
and a wondrous score by Stravinsky. Oct. 11 and Denmarks foremost contemporary dance ensemble
Oct. 13 at 7:30 and Oct. 14-15 at 8: Dances at a Gath- appeared at the Joyce in 2013, as part of a Nordic
ering and Firebird. Oct. 12 at 7:30: Serenade, dance festival. Now its back, on its own, with a new
American Rhapsody, Tchaikovsky Pas de Deux, work (Black Diamond) by the companys artis-
and Western Symphony. Oct. 15 at 2: For Clara, tic director, Tim Rushton. With an abstract theme
The Dreamers, ten in seven, Unframed, and (the inherent duality of everything) and futur-
Everywhere We Go. Oct. 16 at 3: Glass Pieces, istic unisex costumes, the piece is self-consciously
Thou Swell, and Stars and Stripes. (David H. contemporary. It begins with a flash: a landscape of
Koch, Lincoln Center. 212-496-0600.) exploding fragments. The movement, which ranges
from legato partnering to angular, robotic moves,
Company Wang Ramirez is set to a sound collage of Philip Glass, Alexander
Sbastien Ramirez is French, and of Spanish de- Balanescu, and electronic beats. (Joyce Theatre, 175
scent. Honji Wang is German-Korean. They are a Eighth Ave., at 19th St. 212-242-0800. Oct. 13-16.)
couple, onstage and off, and Monchichi is about
their merging. Cutesy skits riffing on intercultural Platform 2016: Lost and Found
challenges alternate with impressive but quick-fading Danspace Project, the site of many memorials
bursts of dancing in their common physical lan- for dancers who died of AIDS, looks back at
guage, an elastic extension of hip-hop. (BAM Fisher, the plague years and their impact on the pres-
321 Ashland Pl., Brooklyn. 718-636-4100. Oct. 12-15.) ent in a six-week series of performances, conver-
sations, and film screenings. Much of the em-
Rachid Ouramdane phasis is on the hidden influence of careers cut
A white set, two dancers: Tordre (Wrought) is short and people left out of standard histories,
much more spare than the French-Algerian cho- but the first week focusses on such prominent
CLASSICAL MUSIC
well as on the voguing pioneer Willi Ninja, who
died in 2006. (St. Marks Church In-the-Bowery,
Second Ave. at 10th St. 866-811-4111. Oct. 13-15.
Through Nov. 19.)
diamonds. This week also marks the start of pendent women faced a choice: proceed with
an online auction of photographs (Oct. 18-27) working life in big cities or settle into the role
from the collection of Shalom Shpilman, the of wife and mother. In The Courtship of Eva
founder of the Shpilman Institute for Photog- Eldridge, Diane Simmons traces one womans
raphy, in Tel Aviv. The images in the saleev- story through hundreds of wartime letters and
erything from Surrealist collages by Edouard papers, ultimately uncovering postwar Americas
Lon Thodore Mesens to the conceptual art of rampant bigamy and the women who overcame
Sophie Calleall relate to the human form. (20 it. She discusses the book with Rachel Hall, the
Rockefeller Plaza, at 49th St. 212-636-2000.) A author of Heirlooms. (29 Cornelia St. 212-989-
sale of prints at Doyle (Oct. 18) includes pieces 9319. Oct. 18 at 6.)
PHOTOGRAPH BY AMY LOMBARD FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
neighborhood not usually synonymous Greek), in which tequila and salted- War and later became a tobacconist, supervised
the finishing touches on his house, then just a few
with risk-taking. Theres something pistachio orgeat lap at a single rock of steps from the Hudson. He sold it in the eighteen-
magical about the surrealism of the cut ice. thirties, and since then the exquisite Federal-style
sculpted putti and painted pigs frolick- Most of the main dishesdelicate building has been home to a number of taverns of
varying legality. Ear Inn was born there in 1977,
ing on the walls and the chintzy oral pieces of fried red mullet, lamb cooked when the building was bought by its current own-
patterns that bloom across the ceilings. and served in a plastic bag next to a bit ers, Rip Hayman and Martin Sheridan. The duo
The over-all eect is as if David Lynch of roasted-pepper ketchupfeel about have covered the bars time-warped ceilings and
storied walls with curios from the ages: eighteenth-
and Marguerite Duras had opened a the same size as the small plates. The century wine jugs that were dug up in the cellar
Mediterranean saloon somewhere in exception, however, is the astako pasta, during excavations, porthole-framed paintings,
Mitteleuropa. in which an imperial lobster, resplendent numerous sculptures and drawings of ears. At a
table with a tasty cheeseburger ($12.50) and a
On the other hand, 1633 also manages in full garnet regalia, presides over a Moscow Mule ($11), a visiting Mancunian told of
to strike a classic Manhattan timbre. realm of soft fettuccine. For Liakopou- the Williamsburg Airbnb where he was staying,
Perhaps this is merely an eect of the loss nal chapter, entitled sweet which was owned by a hunter and came with a
fridge full of complimentary bear and deer meat.
disco soundtrackthink Larry Levan (dreams), the brightest star is baklava Airbnb users with tastes less carnivorous and more
at the Paradise Garagebut more likely swimming in a jar with ice cream and historical can find an apartment that Hayman calls
it arises from the melding of cultures spiced syrup. One feels that if only the Ear Up on the site. Sitting outside on a wooden
bench that hugs two trees, one can peek up at the
that results in excellent dishes like the Sibyl of Cumae, that other great resident ceiling of the living room. Reviewers of the rental
gyro pizza: steaming heaps of pork belly of a jar, had just had some baklava, shed mention that, despite the vibrant scene downstairs,
and lamb shoulder, nely ground, over have been happy to live forever. (Entres no noise is audible, but one voiced concern about
hearing ghosts bumping around. Perhaps the pol-
crispy pizza dough spread with tzatziki. $24-$69.) tergeists had a few too many pints before heading
The chef Dionisis Liakopouloss dishes Nicolas Niarchos upstairs.Colin Stokes
COMMENT
THREES A CROWD
BRAVE NEW WORLD DEPT. Delhi. He arrived in the United States drives a gray Tesla with his new com-
TRADING VS. TRUMP in 1998, to pursue a Ph.D. in computer panys name on the license plate: Trim-
science, with two suitcases and two ian, short for three simians, a nod to
hundred dollarsthe canonical Indian the wise monkeys of Japanese legend.
story. It builds networking apps for profes-
Kumar dropped out of his program sionals. Emoji monkeys covering their
when the rst dot-com boom beck- eyes, ears, and mouth adorn the door
oned. He hopped between computer- of Trimians oce, which is sandwiched
him, he has no chance unless he can persuade traditional would have been a very dierent story. Trump may be the
Republicans, many of whom would have preferred a more most politically incorrect man in America, but even he knows
traditional candidate, to turn out. Theres little that this that there are some taboos you cant violate.
base cares about more than cutting taxes, an issue that has James Surowiecki
up, and they will get out of your way. old path just a few feet away. Fend o And that man was John Wilkes Booth.
Some of them will even hide. the monkeys of good manners and Keep pushing and scraping and
Some will try to discourage you. the sloths of patience. clawing and begging. Even in your
Theyll say that what youre doing is We are born with the instinct not dreams, dont give up. If you dream
illegal, or a sin, or a violation of the to give up. As babies, we cry and scream that you are wearing nothing but un-
health code. They may cling to your until we get what we want. But some- derpants, try to make them expensive,
legs, causing you to drag them along, where along the line we lose that abil- executive underpants.
or jump onto your back, pleading, In ity. People talk us out of our crazy Eventually, all your determination
the name of God, please stop what ideaspeople who live in the so-called will pay o. The same people who
youre doing! real world, where things make sense. mocked your ideas and tackled you will
Keep going. Rest assured, theyre Theyve never attempted the impossi- now claim to love your vision. We
jealous. ble. But you have, many, many times. love it! We love it! theyll say. Theyll
Were not jealous, honestly, they Keep pushing aheadnot in a way tell you that the governor is interested
may say. Just please stop! Maybe that seems pushy but in a way that says in your ideas and will bundle you o
youve struck a nerve. you wont stop. Some people say you in a car to the governors mansion. But
No, you havent struck a nerve, shouldnt bang your head against a wall. when you pass under the stone arch-
theyll say. What youre doing is just Tell that to the woodpecker. way youll notice that it doesnt say
ANDY REMENTER
awful, and wed like you to stop! Along the way, there will be com- Governors Mansion but Insane Asy-
Let that be your inspiration. Shake promisesbribes and torture and lum. Jump out of the car and run into
o the naysayers and trudge on, through hunting accidents. You may have to the woods. Keep running. Never give
the mud and the lth and the slime, engage in unnatural sex acts. But dont up running.
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016 37
A Meditation in the Desert, she imag-
ONWARD AND UPWARD WITH THE ARTS ines a stone being full / of slower, lon-
ger thoughts than mind can have.
She has roots in eastern Oregon that
OUT OF BOUNDS go back to the early days of white set-
tlement. Not long ago, she told me ex-
The unruly imagination of Ursula K. Le Guin. citedly that shed rediscovered records
in the attic of her grandmothers child-
BY JULIE PHILLIPS hood: My great-grandfather, with my
grandmother age eleven, moved from
California to Oregon in 1873. . . . They
drove three hundred and fty head of
cattle up through Nevada and built a
stone house on the back side of Steens
Mountain. I dont think he made a
claim; there was nowhere to make it.
He was one of the very rst ranchers
in what is still very desolate country.
The family stayed there for ve years
before they moved on, in search of
new grass or less isolationher grand-
mother didnt say. The story gives hints
of what Le Guin already knew: that
the empty spaces of America have a
past, and that loneliness and loss are
mixed up with the glory.
The history of America is one of
conicting fantasies: clashes over what
stories are told and who gets to tell
them. If the Bundy brothers were in
love with one side of the American
dreamstories of wars fought and won,
land taken and tamedLe Guin has
spent a career exploring another, dis-
tinctly less triumphalist side. She sees
herself as a Western writer, though her
work has had a wide range of settings,
from the Oregon coast to an anarchist
utopia and a California that exists in
Le Guin says she is not just trying to get into other minds but other beings. the future but resembles the past. Keep-
ing an ambivalent distance from the
W
hen Leonard Cohen was den. Mules humped water up the long and milk, she recalled decades later,
twenty-ve, he was living stairways to the houses. There was on a Norwegian radio program. He
in London, sitting in cold only intermittent electricity. Cohen is standing in the doorway with the
rooms writing sad poems. He got by rented a place for fourteen dollars a sun behind him. Cohen asked her to
on a three-thousand-dollar grant from month. Eventually, he bought a white- join him and his friends outside. He
the Canada Council for the Arts. This washed house of his own, for fteen was wearing khaki pants, sneakers, a
was 1960, long before he played the hundred dollars, thanks to an inheri- shirt with rolled sleeves, and a cap.
festival at the Isle of Wight in front tance from his grandmother. The way Marianne remembered it, he
of six hundred thousand people. In Hydra promised the life Cohen had seemed to radiate enormous compas-
those days, he was a Jamesian Jew, the craved: spare rooms, the empty page, sion for me and my child. She was
provincial abroad, a refugee from the eros after dark. He collected a few taken with him. I felt it throughout
Montreal literary scene. Cohen, whose paran lamps and some used furni- my body, she said. A lightness had
family was both prominent and cul- ture: a Russian wrought-iron bed, a come over me.
tivated, had an ironical view of him- writing table, chairs like the chairs Cohen had known some success
self. He was a bohemian with a cush- that van Gogh painted. During the with women. He would know a great
ion whose rst purchases in London day, he worked on a sexy, phantasma- deal more. For a troubadour of sad-
were an Olivetti typewriter and a blue goric novel called The Favorite Game nessthe godfather of gloom, he
raincoat at Burberry. Even before he and the poems in a collection titled was later calledCohen found fre-
had much of an audience, he had a dis- Flowers for Hitler. He alternated be- quent respite in the arms of others.
tinct idea of the audience he wanted. tween extreme discipline and the va- As a young man, he had a kind of
In a letter to his publisher, he said that rieties of abandon. There were days of Michael Corleone Before the Fall look,
he was out to reach inner-directed fasting to concentrate the mind. There sloe-eyed, dark, a little hunched, but
adolescents, lovers in all degrees of an- were drugs to expand it: pot, speed, high courtesy and verbal uency were
guish, disappointed Platonists, por- acid. I took trip after trip, sitting on his charm. When he was thirteen, he
nography-peepers, hair-handed monks my terrace in Greece, waiting to see read a book on hypnotism. He tried
and Popists. God, he said years later. Generally, I out his new discipline on the family
Cohen was growing weary of Lon- ended up with a bad hangover. housekeeper, and she took o her
dons rising damp and its gray skies. Here and there, Cohen caught clothes. Not everyone over the years
An English dentist had just yanked glimpses of a beautiful Norwegian was quite as bewitched. Nico spurned
one of his wisdom teeth. After weeks woman. Her name was Marianne him, and Joni Mitchell, who had once
of cold and rain, he wandered into a Ihlen, and she had grown up in the been his lover, remained a friend but
bank and asked the teller about his countryside near Oslo. Her grand- dismissed him as a boudoir poet. But
deep suntan. The teller said that he had mother used to tell her, You are go- these were the exceptions.
just returned from a trip to Greece. ing to meet a man who speaks with a Leonard began spending more and
Cohen bought an airline ticket. tongue of gold. She thought she al- more time with Marianne. They went
Not long afterward, he alighted in ready had: Axel Jensen, a novelist to the beach, made love, kept house.
Athens, visited the Acropolis, made from home, who wrote in the tradi- Once, when they were apartMari-
his way to the port of Piraeus, boarded tion of Jack Kerouac and William Bur- anne and Axel in Norway, Cohen in
a ferry, and disembarked at the island roughs. She had married Jensen, and Montreal scraping up some money
of Hydra. With the chill barely out of they had a son, little Axel. Jensen was he sent her a telegram: Have house
his bones, Cohen took in the horse- not a constant husband, however, and, all I need is my woman and her son.
shoe-shaped harbor and the people by the time their child was four months Love, Leonard.
drinking cold glasses of retsina and old, Jensen was, as Marianne put it, There were times of separation,
eating grilled sh in the cafs by the over the hills again with another times of argument and jealousy. When
water; he looked up at the pines and woman. Marianne drank, she could go into a
the cypress trees and the whitewashed One spring day, Ihlen was with her dark rage. And there were indelities
houses that crept up the hillsides. There infant son in a grocery store and caf. on both sides. (Good gracious. All the
was something mythical and primi- I was standing in the shop with my girls were panting for him, Marianne
tive about Hydra. Cars were forbid- basket waiting to pick up bottled water recalled. I would dare go as far as to
46 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016
Leonard Cohen at home, Los Angeles, September, 2016.
PHOTOGRAPH
BY GRAEME MITCHELL THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016 47
and laugh in full consciousness. When we read
it aloud, she smiled as only Marianne can. She
lifted her hand, when you said you were right
behind, close enough to reach her.
It gave her deep peace of mind that you
knew her condition. And your blessing for the
journey gave her extra strength. . . . In her last
hour I held her hand and hummed Bird on
the Wire, while she was breathing so lightly.
And when we left the room, after her soul had
own out of the window for new adventures,
we kissed her head and whispered your ever-
lasting words.
So long, Marianne . . .
A
t nine oclock on the night A Colonel Uzan ahin replied, Tell lions and overseen a worldwide network
of July 15th, General Hulusi our police friends: I kiss their eyes. of charter schools, known for oering
Akar, the chief of the Turkish But the plot seemed haphazard. A scholarships to the poor. Glens ser-
Armys general sta, heard a knock on helicopter team sent to locate Erdoan mons and writings emphasized recon-
his oce door in Ankara, the nations in Marmaris, the resort town where he ciling Islam with contemporary science,
capital. It was one of his subordinates, was vacationing, failed to capture the and promoted charity; his movement is
General Mehmet Dili, and he was there President, despite a shootout with called Hizmet, or service. For many in
to report that a military coup had begun. guards at his hotel. The rebels took con- the West, it represented a hopeful trend
We will get everybody, Dili said. Bat- trol of only one television station, and in Islam. Glen met with Pope John
talions and brigades are on their way. left cellular-phone networks untouched. Paul II and the leaders of major Jewish
You will soon see. Erdoan was able to record a video organizations, and was fted by Presi-
Akar was aghast. What the hell are message, played on CNN Turk, in which dent Bill Clinton, who saluted his ideas
you saying? he asked. he called on Turkish citizens to take of tolerance and interfaith dialogue.
In other cities, ocers involved in to the streets. They did, in huge num- To many outside observers, Er-
the coup had ordered their units to de- bers. Faced with overwhelming popu- doans accusation sounded like some-
tain senior military leaders, block major lar resistance, the troops had to decide thing out of an airport thriller: a secret
roads, and seize crucial institutions like between shooting large groups of dem- cabal burrowing into a modern state
Istanbul Atatrk Airport. Two dozen onstrators and giving up. By morning, and awaiting orders from its elderly
F-16 ghters took to the air. Accord- the uprising had been broken. leader on a hilltop half a world away.
ing to statements from some of the Erdoan declared a national emer- For Erdoan, though, it was a state-
ocers involved, the plotters asked gency and, in the weeks that followed, ment of political reality. Glen, once a
Akar to join them. When he refused, made a series of appearances to remind crucial ally, had become the leader of
they handcued him and ew him by the nation of the cost of the coup. Some a shadow state, determined to bring
helicopter to an airbase where other of the plotters had brutally shot demon- down the Administration. In the fol-
generals were being held; at one point, strators and comrades who opposed them. lowing weeks, Erdoans forces detained
one of the rebels pointed a gun at Akar One rebel major, faced with resistance, tens of thousands of people who he
and threatened to shoot. had texted his soldiers, Crush them, claimed were loyal to Glen. In out-
After midnight, a news anchor for burn them, no compromise. More than raged statements to the United States
Turkish Radio and Television was forced two hundred and sixty people were killed government, he demanded that Glen
to read a statement by the plotters, who and thousands wounded. The F-16s had be extradited, so that he could be made
called themselves the Peace at Home bombed the parliament building, blast- to face justice in a Turkish court.
Committee, a reference to one of the ing holes in the faade and scattering
countrys founding ideals. Without men- chunks of concrete in the hallways.
E Pennsylvania countryside, he has
ver since Glen retreated to the
tioning the President, Recep Tayyip Er- In Erdoans telling, the coup was
doan, by name, the statement said that not a legitimate sign of civic unrest. In been a recluse, ooding Turkey with
his government had destroyed the coun- fact, it did not even originate in Tur- audio and video recordings but refus-
trys institutions, engaged in corruption, key; the rebels were being told what ing to appear in public. When I rst
supported terrorism, and ignored human to do from Pennsylvania. For Turks, asked to talk with him, in 2014, I wasnt
rights: The secular and democratic rule the coded message was clear: Erdoan hopeful. At the movements Manhat-
of law has been virtually eliminated. meant that the mastermind of the coup tan oce, the Alliance for Shared Val-
For a time, the rebels seemed to have was Fethullah Glen, a seventy-eight- ues, the executive director, Alp Aslan-
the upper hand. Provincial governors and year-old cleric, who had been living in doan, told me repeatedly that an
community leaders surrendered or joined exile for two decades in the Poconos, interview might never happen. His
in, along with police squads. In a series between Allentown and Scranton. health is very fragile, he said. Even if
of text messages discovered after the Glen, a dour, balding proselytizer Glen agreed to speak, it was possible
coup, a Major Murat elebiolu told his with a scratchy voice, had ed Turkey that after a few questions he would be
group, The deputies of the Istanbul po- in 1999, fearing arrest by the countrys too tired to continue.
lice chief have been called, informed, and military rulers. From afar, though, he The following July, after a year of
the vast majority have complied. had served as a spiritual guide for mil- refusals, I was abruptly summoned to
60 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016
Fethullah Glen, who lives in a compound in the Poconos, has millions of followers in Turkey.
PHOTOGRAPH
BY CHRISTAAN FELBER THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016 61
can be completely isolated from poli-
tics, because policy decisions and actions
aect their lives, he added. Such a role
for civil-society groups is normal and
welcome in democratic societiesand
it doesnt make Hizmet a political move-
ment. We talked a little more, but, as
his aides had predicted, Glen seemed
to tire. After about forty-ve minutes,
Aslandoan signalled that the interview
had come to an end.
BOOKS
BY ALEXANDRA SCHWARTZ
ment that would bring the aimless li- dom can be put to more interesting social movements. But she is honest
aisons of her single years to a full stop. uses than sleeping with your friends. about her true motivations: I used
Witt grew up in Minneapolis, went to Those of us born in the nineteen- the West Coast and journalism as al-
college at Brown, and got a masters eighties belong to the rst generation ibis. She was going to see how strang-
degree in investigative journalism at whose experience of pornography comes ers in California used the Internet to
80 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016
Witts sexual quest leads her to Burning Mans orgy dome, a B.D.S.M. video shoot, an orgasmic-meditation workshop.
ILLUSTRATION
BY OLIMPIA ZAGNOLI THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016 81
lives, akin to Marie Kondos teachings
on decluttering.
The cleanest, best-lighted place Witt
nds is OneTaste, a San Francisco com-
pany specializing in orgasmic medi-
tation. At an open house at the orga-
nizations headquarters, a man and a
woman projecting the human neutral-
ity of an Apple store or IKEA lead a
group of visitors in the sort of ice-
breaker games that recall college ori-
entation, mildly spiked with eros. Going
around a circle, participants describe
their red hot desire; one after another,
they agree to sit in the hot seat and
answer questions posed to them by
their fellows, who are instructed to
limit all responses to thank you. Eye
contact is encouraged.
The orgasmic-meditation prac-
ticea word, Witt notes, meant to
signal an ongoing, daily ritual in which
one gained incremental expertise and
wisdom over timeis so simple that
Hey, wed fight to the last Spartan if this rain would let up. you might wonder why anyone would
pay the hundred and forty-nine dol-
lars it now costs to be certied to en-
gage in it, never mind the twelve thou-
sand that it costs to become a OneTaste
organize and make sense of their de- met a Brazilian who showed her his coach. With a partner, a woman sets
sires, but the life she intended to hack marijuana plants. Even when her dates up a nest of pillows and blankets on
was her own. exceeded what Witt calls, in self-dep- the oor, then lies on it, naked from
recating scare quotes, her standards, the waist down. Her clothed counter-
mons and ghosts and other gothic par- a staple of eighth-grade reading lists, country-club people, who regarded their
aphernalia in your ction. Describe and her novel The Haunting of Hill high-strung child with some perplexity.
yourself publicly as a practicing ama- House (1959) is often mentioned as one Jackson identied herself early on as an
teur witch and boast about the hexes of the best ghost stories of all time. But outsider and as a writer. When i rst
you have placed on prominent publish- most of her substantial body of work used to write stories and hide them away
ers. Contribute comic essays to womens including her masterpiece, the beauti- in my desk, she later wrote in an unpub-
magazines about your hectic life as a fully weird novel We Have Always lished essay, i used to think that no one
housewife and mother. Lived in the Castle (1962)is not widely had ever been so lonely as i was and i used
Shirley Jackson did all of these things, read. In recent years, there have been to write about people all alone. . . . i
and, during her lifetime, was largely dis- signs of renewed interest in Jacksons thought i was insane and i would write
missed as a talented purveyor of high- work. Various writers, including Neil about how the only sane people are the
toned horror storiesVirginia Were- Gaiman, Jonathan Lethem, and A. M. ones who are condemned as mad and
woolf, as one critic put it. For most of Homes, have praised her idiosyncratic how the whole world is cruel and foolish
the fty-one years since her death, that talent, and new editions of her work and afraid of people who are dierent.
reputation has stuck. Today, The Lot- have appeared. But these attempts to re- The chief representative of the cruel
tery, her story of ritual human sacrice claim Jackson have had a mixed response. and foolish world during Jacksons
90 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016 ILLUSTRATION BY CRISTIANA COUCEIRO
childhood was her mother, Geraldine, disrespectfully and shamed her for le- of literary criticism, and The Tangled
an elegant, rather vapid woman, who gitimate and rational desires, reluc- Bank (1962), on the literary strategies
was disappointed by her daughter and tantly went along with his terms. of Marx, Freud, Darwin, and Sir James
who made it clear that she would have They marriedin the face of deter- Frazerwere grand projects of intel-
preferred a prettier, more pliable one. mined opposition from both sets of par- lectual synthesis, and both had taken on
She told Jackson that she was the prod- entsshortly after graduating, and moved a dusty, doomed, Casaubonish quality
uct of a failed abortion and harangued to New York. During the next couple of by the time he completed them. He
her constantly about her bad hair, her years, both of them began contributing took solace in characterizing Jackson to
weight, and her willful refusal to cul- to The New Yorker, she as a ction writer their friends as a sort of gifted idiot,
tivate feminine charm. Long after Jack- and he as a contributor to The Talk of who composed her ction in a trance
son had grown up and moved away, the Town and, later, as a sta writer. In state of automatic writing and had to
Geraldine continued to send letters crit- 1945, after their rst child was born, they take it to him to have it explained. He
icizing her helter skelter way of liv- settled in Vermont, where Hyman had also continued to be chronically, blithely
ing, her repetitious ction, and her been oered a post on the literature fac- unfaithful, mostly with former students.
appearance: I have been so sad all ulty at Bennington College. Here, in a The motif of a lonely woman setting
morning about what you have allowed rambling, crooked house in North Ben- out to escape a miserable family or a
yourself to look like. Quotations from nington, they raised four children and grimly claustrophobic community and
the correspondence of the awful Ger- became the center of a social set that in- ending up lost recurs throughout Jack-
aldine are a source of guilty entertain- cluded Howard Nemerov, Ralph Ellison, sons stories. Sometimes a woman comes
ment throughout Franklins biography. Bernard Malamud, and Walter Bernstein. to a place of apparent refugea house
Jacksons adult life was ostensibly a Their domestic life, as described in the that seems to oer security and love
rebellion against her mother and her comic dispatches that Jackson wrote for only to discover, once she is there, creep-
mothers values. She became a writer; she Good Housekeeping and Womans Home ing menace or hidden evil. Sometimes,
grew fat; she married a Jewish intellec- Companion, was raucous and warm. But as in several of the stories included in
tual, Stanley Edgar Hyman, and ran a bo- Jackson was miserable a good deal of Jacksons rst published collection, The
hemian household in which she dyed the the time, as indicated by her increasing Lottery; or, The Adventures of James
mashed potatoes green when she felt like reliance on alcohol, tranquillizers, and Harris (1949), a woman encounters a
it. But she never quite shook Geraldines amphetamines. She felt patronized in romantic, chimerical gure, a daemon
tentacular grip, or ceased to be tormented her role as a faculty wife and frozen out lover, who promises to rescue her and
by her disapproval. And in her marriage by the townspeople of North Benning- then vanishes, leaving her alone and on
to Hyman she found a person with whom ton. (She took her revenge by using the brink of madness, in a frightening,
to replicate the abusive relationship. them as the model for the barbaric vil- alien landscape. Always, the hope of an
Jackson and Hyman met at Syracuse lagers in The Lottery.) Most of all, alternative, happier life proves illusory.
University; he sought her out after read- she felt oppressed by her husband. If these stories allude to the disap-
ing her rst published story, Janice, in Hymans lordly expectations of what pointment of Jacksons marriagethe
a college magazine and deciding that he was due as the family patriarch were escape from her mothers house which
she was the girl he was going to marry. retrograde, even by the standards of the proved to be no escape at allthey also
To Jackson, who had already begun time. Jackson did the cooking, the clean- suggest the nature of the anxieties that
to experience the anxiety, depression, ing, the grocery shopping, and the prevented her from ever leaving Hyman.
and fears of people that plagued her child-rearing; he sat at his desk, pon- She was full of rage toward him, and she
throughout her life, Hyman seemed a dering the state of American letters and expressed this not only in the portraits
savior: a brilliant man who didnt think occasionally yelling at his wife to come of insuerably pompous men that she
she was ugly, who understood her and and rell the ink in his pen. (His brother smuggled into her ction but also in
loved her, who believed in her promise Arthur once commented that Hymans strange revenge-fantasy cartoons that
as a writer. His main drawback was his views on the domestic division of labor showed her serving Hyman entrails for
principled insistence on sleeping with were the only aspects of his traditional dinner, or creeping up behind him with
other women. He also expected Jackson Jewish upbringing that he had retained.) a hatchet. She once wrote Hyman a six-
to listen good-naturedly to accounts of Long after Jackson became the chief page letter explaining why she would
his sexual adventures. On a few occa- breadwinner in the marriage, Hyman eventually divorce him: I used to think . . .
sions during the early stages of their re- continued to control the familys - with considerable bitter amusement
lationship, Hymans behavior drove Jack- nances, meting out portions of Jack- about the elaborate painstaking buildup
son into such paroxysms of anguish that sons earnings to her as he saw t. Al- you would have to endure before get-
he worried she might be mentally ill. though he always encouraged Jacksons ting [one] of your new york dates into
But he refused to compromise his in- writing, in part because it was her writ- bed . . . they had been sought out, even
tegrity on the issue. If it turns you queasy, ing that kept the family aoat, he came telephoned, spoken to and listened to,
you are a fool, he told her. Jackson, whom to resent how completely her career treated as real people, and they had
Franklin describes as having been primed had eclipsed his. His major published the unutterable blessing of being able to
by her mothers criticisms to accept a worksThe Armed Vision (1948), a go home afterward. . . . i would have
relationship with a man who treated her comparative study of modern methods changed place with any of them. Yet
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016 91
fear always inhibited her ability to act ness. At Hill House, where the adult El- that they can never achieve. In The
on her anger. However intense the mis- eanor has been invited to assist in an in- Haunting of Hill House, one of Elea-
eries of life inside her house, they were, vestigation of psychic phenomena, she nors fellow-assistants is the self-assured,
in the end, less vivid to her than the imagines that she is being ganged up on ironic Theodora. In Hangsaman (1951),
imagined horrors lurking outside it. by the other people at the house and that Natalie, a lonely college freshman, has a
its spirits have singled her out as their daring imaginary friend named Tony. In
one occasion, he had been waiting able to answer yes. the search for an identiable or classi-
around so long that, by the time Dundy At the time, Green was in his late able Henry Green retreats into the
showed up, the tulips he was holding forties and the author of nine novels, shadowy distance as the layers accu-
had gone droopy. Dundy apologized: including Living, Party Going, and mulate. But, as Shepley notes, and
as NYRB Classics new reissues of
Greens peculiar style arose from a keen sense of human unknowability. Greens novels illustrate, his ction was
94 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016
autobiographicalat times consciously The Dud Avocadowhich she chose Bright Young Things for a four-hour
parasitic. He claimed that he disliked to write in the rst person, using the period during which their trip to France
Oxford because literature is not a sub- voice Id been polishing up on Henry. is delayed by fog. As his characters hang
ject to write essays about. In reality, Until that point, Southerns rela- around the train platforms and hotel
he had discovered that Oxford was tionship with Green resembled Greens rooms of Victoria Station, Green, show-
not a subject to write novels about denition of the ideal prose contract: ing a new appetite for the long sen-
at least, not his time there, which was a long intimacy between strangers tence, assails the reader with hazy sym-
mostly spent watching movies, play- with no direct appeal to what both may bols and exotic metaphors. But his
ing billiards, poring over Proust with have known. Southern had rst en- characters, for all the resources of their
his Eton classmate Anthony Powell, countered Green not at a party but in creators language, remain fumblers and
and ignoring his tutor, C. S. Lewis. In the pages of Partisan Review. An essay muddleheadsstrangers to one an-
a letter to his father, Green explained titled The Novels of Henry Green, other and to themselves.
his decision to abandon his degree in in the journals May, 1949, issue, might Much of Party Going is taken up
favor of a stint working on the oor have been designed to snare the young with the saturated love life of the wealthy
at the Pontifex iron foundry: Of course rebel. It called Green a terrorist of ibbertigibbet Max Adey, who, in going
I have another book in my minds language. on a holiday that he has proposed, will
eye. . . . I want badly to write a novel be spending time with a girlfriend hes
L
ong before he tried opium,Thomas vast body of voyages: a work that was, the Garden of Eden may seem outland-
De Quincey, the English essayist, like its subject, indenite as to its ulti- ish, but opium had made a kind of Adam
was addicted to books. The cycles of mate extent and, as he was told by a out of De Quincey: in the bosom of
remorse and deadly anxiety that he jesting clerk, might involve as many as darkness, out of the fantastic imagery of
suered in his adult life began when he fteen thousand volumes. It would never the brain, he wandered through ancient
was seven, after a kindly bookseller lent end, De Quincey reasoned, since by the cities beyond the splendour of Babylon
him three guineas. This, according to time all the one-legged commodores and Hekatmpylos, crammed with tem-
Frances Wilsons new biography, Guilty and yellow admirals of one generation ples, beyond the art of Phidias and Prax-
Thing: A Life of Thomas De Quincey had nished, another generation would iteles. Opium deepened his natural in-
(Farrar, Straus & Giroux), was De have grown another crop of the same clination for a solitary life by giving a
Quinceys earliest trespass: a myste- gallant spinners. You can hear the ela- cosmic cast to idleness. More than once,
rious (and indeed guilty) current of debt tion mixed in with the dread: according he wrote, it has happened to me, on a
that he feared would carry him away. to a logical short circuit that was char- summer-night, when I have been at an
Among the books De Quincey acquired, acteristic of his thought, an innite sub- open window . . . from sun-set to sun-
there was a history of Britain, expected ject meant innite books. Debt was only rise, motionless, without wishing to
to grow in time to sixty or eighty parts. the punctuation between ecstasies. De move.
But he craved something vaster and more Quincey was happiest when he was chip- Motionlessness is not peace of mind,
dangerous, so he purchased a general ping away at the sublime, volume by vol- but De Quincey, who struggled his
history of navigation, supported by a ume or vision by vision, and his happi- entire life to nd a comfortable way
to inhabit time, had good reason to
For De Quincey, opium put the actual and the imagined on equal footing. prize it. Writing late in his life to his
100 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016 ILLUSTRATION BY LEIGH GULDIG
daughter, he identied procrastina- The corpse is dispatched with stock ad- swell his ego, and instead hired a tutor.
tion, which he linked with unpardon- jectives: frozen eyelids, marble lips, When William died, in London, at the
able guilt, as that most odious of vices: stiening hands. De Quincey is x- age of seventeen, Thomas, now the
the procrastinator is doomed, since in ated, instead, on the solemn wind that male head of the family, saw it as the
midst of too-soonness he shall suer the swept the elds of mortality for a hun- answer to a prayer, Wilson writes.
killing anxieties of too-lateness. Our dred centuries . . . the one sole audible
fate is always to nd ourselves at the symbol of eternity. He adds, And three
T is often described as the dawn of
he turn of the nineteenth century
wrong station, he wrote. Once hed times in my life I have happened to
bought one book, it was too late; he hear the same sound in the same cir- Romanticism, the movement in the arts
had, in eect, bought them all, which cumstances, namely, when standing that so enthralled Europe. But its early
excused him to buy a second book and between an open window and a dead stirrings were strange and diuse. In
then a third. This was the destructive body on a summer day. Bath, De Quincey was deeply aected
logic behind his opium use: to have De Quinceys writing often boils by the unusual story of Thomas Chat-
started something was to be already down trauma to its core variablesa terton, a teen-age poet from nearby Bris-
too late to stop it, as though a delegate, window, a dead body, summerso as tol who had found dusty medieval doc-
sent to the future, were messing things to make the experience repeatable, both uments in the muniment room of his
up for the innocent De Quincey, back for him and for his readers. He called parish church and, his imagination ig-
here in the past. It was an insight about these combinations of concrete objects, nited, invented the gure of Thomas
time, and also about identity. De recurring in time, involutes, a term he Rowley, a fteenth-century blind monk
Quincey seemed to fear the idea that borrowed from conchology. The highly and poet. Wilson writes that Chatterton
there were others of him, distributed spatialized memory of his sisters death, smeared his forged poems with yellow
throughout time and space, acting as with its signicant staircase and closed ochre and lamp charcoal and passed
his agents without his explicit com- door and open window, as well as his them o as his discoveries. He died, a
mand. He understood himself, for good insistence on later iterations of it, is suicide, at the age of seventeen, but he
or for ill, to exist in duplicate or trip- emblematic of his thinking. The great became an idol of the Romantics. Keats
licate. Probably every great autobiog- endeavor of his writing was to convert dedicated Endymion to him, and
rapher, characterizing the choices and time, with its irremediable losses, into Wordsworth, in homage, penned his fa-
dilemmas faced by an almost unrecog- space, a container where all things can mous couplet: We Poets in our youth
nizable younger person whose name exist simultaneously. But this tactic also begin in gladness; / But thereof come in
he bears, feels a version of this; for De turned grief into paranoia: if nothing the end despondency and madness. Soon
Quincey, it was a lifelong xation, was lost, much, he feared, must be hid- De Quincey, now around fourteen, made
heightened by his addiction and mar- den from him. his own discovery: the anonymous man-
ring his happiness even as it informed De Quinceys father, then a pros- uscript copy of Wordsworths ballad We
his greatest work. perous merchant, died just a year after Are Seven, then making its way around
Elizabeth; soon, his loathed older Bath. He called it the greatest event in
formulasgrids and stripes, mostly gray uncannily mimic graphite, provide not think that that is sad. It is not sad.
or palely colored, often six feet square rhythmic relief. The cumulative eect Even sadness is not sad.) In recent years,
would add aesthetic fatigue to the mild is that of intellectual and emotional she had been hospitalized for spells of
toll of a hike up the ramp. But the shows repletion, concerning a woman who psychosis, tending toward catatonia, and
challenges to contemplation and stamina synthesized the essences of two world- was plagued by doomy thoughts. (I
turn out to intensify a deep, and deep- changing movementsAbstract Ex- have tried existing, and I do not like it,
ening, sense of the artists singular pow- pressionism and minimalismand who, she wrote.) Stardom in the art world
ers. The climb becomes a sort of secu- from a tortured life, beset by schizo- imposed pressures that she seemed to
106 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016
nd intolerable. But her ight, even fabled address of budding artistic rev-
from her own creativity, remains a mys- olutionaries since the Bateau-Lavoir of
terycomparable to Arthur Rimbauds Picasso, Juan Gris, and their associates.
abandonment of poetry for adventur- Her neighbors included Robert Raus-
ing in Africa. chenberg, Jasper Johns, Ellsworth Kelly,
As detailed in a crisp and penetrat- and James Rosenquistmost of them
ing recent biography, Agnes Martin: gay (she was a lesbian) and determined
Her Life and Art, by Nancy Princen- to counter the histrionic paint-monger-
thal, the artists hard existence began, in ing that was then in vogue. Her works
1912, in a small town on the plains of from that seedbed period tell a gripping
Saskatchewan, as the third of four chil- tale of borrowed stylistic ideasredo-
dren of Scottish Presbyterian parents. lent of Arshile Gorky, Mark Rothko,
Her father, who farmed wheat, died two Barnett Newman, and other Abstract
years later. Her mother, Margaret, was, Expressionists, and of Johns and Kelly
by Martins account, harsh and unlov- which she didnt so much follow as test,
ing. (Martin seldom spoke of her past, one by one, and expunge. Amid the
and what she told wasnt always to be times cross-ring models of aesthetic
trusted.) Margaret eventually moved and rhetorical innovation, she struggled
the family to Vancouver, where, in high less forward than inward. She wanted,
school, Martin excelled at swimming; passionately, to be alone.
she just missed qualifying for the Ca- Martin had, from the start, an ex-
nadian Olympic team, for the 1936 traordinary sensitivity to subtleties of
Games in Berlin. She reportedly at- light and touch. When she hit, at last,
tended the University of Southern Cal- on the format of the grida motif
ifornia on a swimming scholarship, but that was tacit in modern painting after
dropped out and taught in elementary Cubism but never before stripped, and
schools for a couple of years, before com- kept, so bareshe found ways to make
pleting a degree at the Teachers Col- those qualities the exclusive basis of
lege of Columbia University, in 1942. a wholly original, full-bodied art. She
Then, at the age of thirty, Martin insisted that the results did not ex-
found a vocation in painting. She made clude nature but analogized it. She
gurative work, while working odd jobs said, Its really about the feeling of
in New York, and went to study art at beauty and freedom that you experi-
the University of New Mexico, in 1946. ence in landscape. (Apropos of the
Five years later, she returned to Colum- slightly varied forms in some series of
bia to earn a masters degree in ne-arts her paintings, she recalled studying
education. During that time, she ab- clouds in the sky: I paid close atten-
sorbed principles of Taoist and Zen tion for a month to see if they ever
philosophy that would thenceforth repeated. They dont repeat.) The
guide her thinking, or, more accurately, eect of Martins art is not an exercise
her refusals of thought, even as she de- in overarching style but a mode of
veloped sternly logical solutions to the moment-to-moment being.
problems of painting. (Never religious, The relation of Martins mental ill-
she was the most matter-of-fact of mys- ness to her art seems twofold, combin-
tics.) Exposed to the high noon of Ab- ing a need for concealment and for con-
stract Expressionism in the city, she de- trolthe grid as a screen and as a
stroyed most of her early works and shieldwith an urge to distill positive
gravitated to abstraction. content from the oceanic states of mind
Martin was back in New Mexico that she couldnt help experiencing. She
when, in 1957, the august New York knew herself profoundly, because she
dealer Betty Parsons saw her work had to. In a marvellous 1973 essay, On
which at that point ran to abstracted the Perfection Underlying Life, she
landscapes incorporating jagged shapes coolly contemplates the panic of com-
reminiscent of Clyord Stilland plete helplessness, which drives us to
oered her a show, on the condition fantastic extremes. But the problem
that she move back to the city. Martin produces its own answer. She concluded
took a loft, which had electricity but no that helplessness when fear and dread
running water and little heat, down- have run their course, as all passions do,
town on Coenties Slip, the most justly is the most rewarding state of all.
THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016 107
arrived. Bennett is currently outgunning
THE CURRENT CINEMA most of the guys in The Magnicent
Seven, a ush of anger heightening the
hue of her cheeks; Ferguson was top ba-
SEEING THINGS nana in last years Mission: Impossi-
bleRogue Nation, leaving a baed
The Girl on the Train and Under the Shadow. Tom Cruise to work out what sort of
banana he was meant to be; and Blunt
BY ANTHONY LANE is Blunt, a deserving object of worship
ever since, armed with a queenly dis-
H
ere is an introduction to The Hawkins. Half the sentient beings on dain and the best eyelids in the busi-
Girl on the Train. Listen care- earth appear to have read the book, al- ness, she held her own against Meryl
fully, and answer the questions that fol- leging with near-unanimity that they Streep in The Devil Wears Prada. It
low. Rachel (Emily Blunt) used to be couldnt put it down. I couldnt pick it is with innite regret, therefore, that I
married to Tom ( Justin Theroux), but up. I tried, frequently, but it always fell must report on the veil of dourness that
Tom had an aair with Anna (Rebecca from my grasp, tugged down by the settles over all three actresses in The
Ferguson), who is now his wife. He and dead weight of the prose. Still, plenty Girl on the Train. None of them are
Anna have a baby, whose nanny is of viscous books have been transgured allowed a urry of wit or a lighthearted
named Megan (Haley Bennett). Megan into sprightly lms. Clint Eastwood shrug, and to switch from Grace Kelly,
looks a bit like Anna. She in Rear Window a movie
Megan, not Annalives that dared to suggest how
with Scott (Luke Evans), much fun might be had from
who is creepy and possessive, the wicked watching of other
although Tom also looks a lives and the amateur prob-
bit clenched. Not as clenched ing of crimesto Taylors
as Kamal (Edgar Ramrez), heroines is to pass from lu-
however, who is Megans su- minescence to a zone of quer-
perhot shrink. Rachel will ulous gloom. The tale is set
later enroll as a patient of largely in a suburb on the
Kamals. Stay with me here. Hudson, and nothing is duller
It so happens that Rachel, or more stiing, as a rule, than
who is obsessed with her people who wish to make it
ex, takes a twice-daily train perfectly plain how stied
ride that passes the house they feel by their dull subur-
where Tom and Anna live. ban existence.
One day, sheRachel, not Does it matter that the
Annasees, or thinks she plot is so full of holes that
sees, a woman with blond you could use it to drain spa-
hair, who could be Megan, ghetti? (For a more water-
although she might be mis- tight version, consult Agatha
taken for Anna, kissing a Christies 4:50 from Pad-
man with dark hair, who dington, in which a passen-
could be Scott, Tom, Kamal, gera chum of Miss Mar-
or possibly the FedEx deliv- ples, thank heavensitting
ery guy, on a balcony. Faced in one train spots a stran-
with this devastating evi- gling in another.) Newcom-
dence, she, Rachel, becomes ers, innocent of Hawkinss
a sleuth, teaming up, slightly novel, may not even care that
unwisely, with Scott, who Emily Blunt in Tate Taylors film of the best-selling novel. the nal twist is visible from
believes, slightly wrongly, many leagues distant. What
that she is a friend of Megans. So made something watchable out of The does rile, though, is the drink. Rachel
(1), who beds whom? (2) Who doesnt? Bridges of Madison County, a public is a lush, decanting vodka tonics into a
(3) Who gets whacked? (4) Why cant feat that ranks with the raising of plastic beaker for boozing on the move,
Rachel mind her own business? (5) Frankly, Lazarus. Perhaps the same could be and Blunt presents a gaunt and sorry
who gives a damn? done with Hawkinss narratorsthree spectacle, with aking lips, unfocussed
Such are the issues that spring from of them, no less, maundering on in the gaze, and rosy nose. Whereupon she
the lm, which is directed by Tate Tay- rst person, often in the present tense, attends a single A.A. meeting and
lor, written by Erin Cressida Wilson, and each as annoying as the next. bingo!the problem starts to clear.
and adapted from the novel by Paula Spirits rose when news of the cast We realize that alcoholism was never
108 THE NEW YORKER, OCTOBER 17, 2016 ILLUSTRATION BY ADRIAN TOMINE
a serious theme; it was merely an ex- and is lucky to get o with a repri- experience of growing up in Tehran,
cuse for false-memory syndrome, and mand. Her name is Shideh (Narges and grates the nerves of his characters
hence a lazy way to mess with the logic Rashidi), her child is Dorsa (Avin Man- against the abrasively real. The lights
of the story. Judging by the restive sighs shadi), and they have just ed from dont go out for no reason, in a bid to
that crowned the screening I went to, their apartment. This is not because stoke the mood; they go out because
not everyone is fooled. Shidehs husband, a laughably hand- of a power cut. And you dont go un-
Last and least, there is the title. some doctor named Iraj (Bobby Na- derground to confront the bogeyman;
Whether there was an overt attempt, deri), has been drafted to serve near you go there to avoid being bombed.
rst by Hawkins and then by the lm- the front line, leaving his wife and Yet there is a bogeymana djinn,
makers, to cash in on Gone Girl, I daughter to fend for themselves, or beloved of Persian legend, cited by con-
cannot say, but in both cases an enfee- even because of the missile that landed, servative neighbors, borne on the wind,
bling example has been set. By any not long ago, on their building and and scoed at by Shideh right up to the
measure, the principal gures in both failed to explode. (The nose cone pro- moment that she meets one. Is it a sym-
works are women, and to label them truded through the roof, and spidery bol of oppression, by gods and men (es-
as girls is to tint them with childish- cracks from the impact spread across pecially men); a symptom of contagious
ness, as if they were easily cowed by the ceiling of the apartment.) What anxiety, passed from child to parent; or
circumstance or stormy feelings, and propels Shideh into the night is the nothing but a noisome dream? All these
thus more liable to lash out, or to sink belief, shared with her daughter, that and more, the result being that, by my
into a sulk, rather than submit their their home is possessed by spirits. calculations, Under the Shadow is pre-
troubles to adult consideration. In 1942, Under the Shadow is being sold cisely thirty-six times more interesting
Katharine Hepburn starred in Woman as a horror lm, and understandably than The Girl on the Train. Where
of the Year as a prize-winning polit- so; there are a few nasty surprises that the conceit of that movie feels timid,
ical columnist. Try zipping back in will bop you right on the nose cone. cooked up, and culturally thin, Anvaris
time, telling Hepburn to rename the At what point, though, will the un- is nourished by a near-traumatic sense
movie Girl of the Year, and see how warned viewer become aware that this of history, and, in terms of feminist
far you get. is a horror lm at all? Many scenes are pluck, Rashidis presence, in the lead-
chafed by vexations that could not be ing role, is both gutsier and more plau-
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