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THE CRITICS
THE CURRENT CINEMA
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“The End of the Tour,” “Best of Enemies.”
BOOKS
77 Briefly Noted
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emily nUssbaum 78 “Halt and Catch Fire,” “Deutschland 83.”
MUSICAL EVENTS
alex ross 80 Rare works by Harry Partch and Ethel Smyth.
POEMS
Anne Carson 32 “Each Day Unexpected
Salvation (John Cage)”
James Galvin 62 “Heaven Is a Heavy House: Axe, Drawknife,
Auger, Crosscut Saw”
DRAWINGS Liana Finck, Tom Toro, Benjamin Schwartz, Michael Maslin, Kate Beaton, Zachary
Kanin, Drew Dernavich, Charlie Hankin, Will McPhail, Alex Gregory, Michael Crawford, Liam
Francis Walsh, Carolita Johnson SPOTS Tibor Kárpáti
JOHN SEABROOK (THE TALK OF THE TOWN, P. 27) is a staff writer. His new book, “The
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kelefa Sanneh (“THE HELL YOU SAY,” P. 30) has contributed to the magazine
since 2001.
dana goodyear (“A GHOST IN THE FAMILY,” P. 36), the author of “Anything
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“The Mindy Project.” Her book “Why Not Me?” comes out in September.
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“Strange Stones: Dispatches from East and West” is his latest book.
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including “As Is.” He teaches at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop.
michael cunningham (FICTION, P. 66) is the author of seven books, including “The
Hours,” for which he won a Pulitzer Prize and a PEN/Faulkner Award. His next
book, “A Wild Swan: And Other Tales,” will be published in November.
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Ratking, the Harlem-bred trio at the forefront of the city’s hip-hop revival, delivers music that’s a pure
classical music
product of Gotham, with washes of noise and beats intercut with sirens, subway doors opening, and
snippets of street conversation. Their ace in the hole is Wiki, a charismatic young m.c. whose nasal, NIGHT LIFE | THE THEATRE
machine-gun style harkens back to the heyday of lyric-driven rap. On Aug. 5, Ratking holds court in a high DANCE | movies | art
temple of local hip-hop: the East River Park amphitheater, which figured prominently at the close of Charlie ABOVE & BEYOND
Ahearn’s seminal 1983 rap film, “Wild Style.” The venue’s crumbling remains long stood as a monument to
the city’s rap scene, but in 2002 it was renovated, making it an ideal setting for a new generation. FOOD & DRINK
p h oto g r a p h by jas o n n o c i to
among other triumphs, by his role in
designing and leading the Instituto
Nacional de Bellas Artes, in 1947.
(Imagine if the top job at the National
8 THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015 ILLUSTRATION BY EDEL RODRIGUEZ
Concerts in Town compositions from other companies, and Juliet,” and, with Jean-Yves Maverick Concerts
Mostly Mozart so Lincoln Center and the New York Thibaudet, Saint-Saëns’s enticing The leafy, rough-hewn serenity of
Summer enters its latter half, with Philharmonic have partnered to fill Piano Concerto No. 5, “Egyptian.” the Maverick Concert Hall will be
Mozart as accompaniment. Here are the void in New York’s opera scene. And on Friday night “An Evening an inviting venue for a weekend with
a few of the offerings: Aug. 4-5 at George Benjamin’s opera sets a high with Yo-Yo Ma” features works by two of the finest string quartets in
7:30: The up-and-coming cellist Sol bar to inaugurate their series: a finely Strauss and Ravel (including his fiery the world. On Saturday night, the
Gabetta makes her Mostly Mozart crafted work—at once erotic and “Bolero”) alongside the superstar formidable Miró Quartet brings
début, performing Haydn’s Cello Con- gruesome, startlingly dissonant and cellist’s reading of Haydn’s Cello powerhouse repertory to the hall
certo in C Major, with the conductor painfully intimate—it was met with Concerto in C Major. (Saratoga, (Schubert’s final quartet, in G Major,
Cornelius Meister (another débutant), near-universal acclaim at the 2012 Aix- N.Y. spac.org. Aug. 5-7 at 8.) and Beethoven’s Quartet in C-Sharp
who also leads the Festival Orchestra en-Provence Festival. The excellent Minor, Op. 131); on Sunday afternoon,
in Beethoven’s Symphony No. 4 in Barbara Hannigan and Christopher Glimmerglass Festival the captivating Danish String Quartet,
B-Flat Major and the Overture to Purves reprise their roles from the Aug. 6 at 7:30, Aug. 8 and Aug. 11 which seems to have all of New York
Mozart’s “Le Nozze di Figaro.” première, joined by the countertenor at 1:30, and Aug. 15 at 8: In “Can- at its feet, performs a varied program
(Avery Fisher Hall.) • Aug. 9 at 3: Tim Mead; the Philharmonic’s Alan dide,” Leonard Bernstein and his of music by Nielsen (the rarely heard
The Academy of Ancient Music, in Gilbert conducts the Mahler Chamber collaborators transformed the satirical Quartet No. 1 in G Minor), Thomas
its Mostly Mozart début, investigates Orchestra in Katie Mitchell’s pro- novella by Voltaire into a brisk and Adès, and Shostakovich (the potent
the deep influence of a foreign land- duction. (David H. Koch Theatre. witty Broadway entertainment in Quartet No. 9, Op. 117). (Woodstock,
scape in its program “Mendelssohn in 212-721-6500. Aug. 11 and Aug. 13 which the hapless Candide (Andrew N.Y. Aug. 8 at 6 and Aug. 9 at 4.
Scotland.” Edward Gardner leads the at 7:30 and Aug. 15 at 3.) Stenson), his beloved, Cunegonde For tickets and a full schedule, see
renowned period-performance group (Kathryn Lewek), and his pedantic maverickconcerts.org.)
in the “Hebrides” Overture, the spry Bargemusic tutor, Pangloss (David Garrison), try
Symphony No. 3 (“Scotch”), and the As the heat swells, New York’s to maintain an optimistic outlook Tanglewood
Violin Concerto (with the young favorite musical vessel continues despite enduring an endless string In mid-August, Boston’s musical duchy
Russian soloist Alina Ibragimova). its “Masterworks” series, offering of calamities, including war, an wraps up its classical offerings. Here
(Alice Tully Hall.) • Aug. 11-12 at 7:30: customarily weighty, thoughtful earthquake, and the Spanish Inqui- is a selection. Aug. 8 at 8:30: Andris
Aside from a performance of Mozart’s concerts on the water. On successive sition. The production is helmed by Nelsons, enjoying his first summer
mercurial masterpiece Symphony Friday evenings, the powerful Russian Glimmerglass’s artistic and general as the Boston Symphony Orchestra’s
No. 40, the Festival Orchestra (led pianist Vassily Primakov performs director, Francesca Zambello; Joseph music director, conducts the piece
by Louis Langrée) accompanies the two programs, respectively devoted Colaneri conducts. • Aug. 7 and Aug. that deep-pocketed orchestras offer
baritone Matthias Goerne in a per- to Tchaikovsky (“The Seasons” and 14 at 7:30 and Aug. 10 and Aug. 18 at when in a celebratory mood: Mahler’s
formance of Bach’s dramatic cantata the Grand Sonata in G Major) and 1:30: The director Madeline Sayet’s colossal Symphony No. 8 (“Symphony
“Ich habe genug” as well as orches- Schumann (staples like “Symphonic English-language adaptation of Mo- of a Thousand”). Among the hundreds
trations of Schubert lieder (including Études” and “Carnaval”); across two zart’s “The Magic Flute” moves the of musicians taking part are the so-
a rare performance of Max Reger’s Saturday nights, the St. Petersburg action to the Northeastern woodlands, prano Christine Goerke, the baritone
visionary rendition of “Erlkönig”). Piano Quartet plays core works by where the characters commune with, Matthias Goerne, the Tanglewood
(Avery Fisher Hall.) • Aug. 16 at Mozart, Schumann, Brahms, and rather than escape, the natural world. Festival Chorus, and the American
5: The International Contemporary Mahler. (Fulton Ferry Landing. Aug. Sean Panikkar and Jacqueline Echols Boychoir. • Aug. 12 at 8: Christian
Ensemble (ICE) presents a vibrant 7 and Aug. 14 at 8; Aug. 8 and Aug. lead the ensemble cast; Carolyn Kuan. Tetzlaff, a violinist of psychological
evening of comparatively recent 15 at 8. bargemusic.org.) (Note: The Aug. 14 performance is insight and commanding technique,
fare, including Ligeti’s antic Piano 3 a young-artists presentation.) • Aug. has reached the plateau of middle age.
Concerto (with Pierre-Laurent 8 at 8, Aug. 13 at 7:30, and Aug. 15 His unaccompanied recital at Ozawa
Aimard), Messiaen’s brooding “Oiseaux Out of Town and Aug. 17 at 1:30: The magnificent Hall is exclusively top-shelf: solo
Exotiques,” and the chamber opera Bridgehampton bass-baritone Eric Owens puts another sonatas by Ysaÿe, Bach (No. 3 in
“Into the Little Hill,” by the festival’s Chamber Music Festival feather in his Verdian cap with his C Major), and Bartók, with excerpts
featured composer—and the evening’s Marya Martin’s stylish little festival first outing as the dastardly Thane from György Kurtág’s “Signs, Games,
conductor—George Benjamin. (Alice is in full swing on the East End. of Cawdor, in the composer’s flinty and Messages” adding some contem-
Tully Hall.) (For tickets and a full The fortnight begins with a perfor- treatment of “Macbeth.” Also with porary perspective. • Aug. 13 at 8:
schedule, visit mostlymozart.org.) mance of works respectively quirky, Melody Moore, Soloman Howard, and Yo-Yo Ma is involved in three chamber
intimate, and grand—Martinů’s Michael Brandenburg. Anne Bogart concerts here this month. Two are with
Mostly Mozart: Trio for Flute, Cello, and Piano, directs; Colaneri. • Aug. 9 and Aug. the pianist Emanuel Ax; this one, “A
“A Little Night Music” Mozart’s Duo in G Major for Violin 16 at 1:30: Vivaldi’s stately, sparkling Distant Mirror,” finds him collaborating
Aug. 5 at 10: Sol Gabetta moves deftly and Viola, and Beethoven’s Piano “Cato in Utica” gives a talented cast, with a group of outstanding younger
to a more intimate realm in one of the Trio in B-Flat Major, “Archduke.” including Thomas Michael Allen, cellists (including Mike Block and
festival’s late-night concerts. Joined The following week features Pink John Holiday, and Sarah Mesko, Giovanni Sollima) to explore the dy-
by the pianist Ilya Yakushev, she plays Floyd’s Roger Waters narrating plenty of opportunities to show off namic cultural universe of the late six-
the cornerstone Sonata for Cello and Stravinsky’s “The Soldier’s Tale.” their aptitude for Baroque colora- teenth and early seventeenth centuries
Piano by Rachmaninoff alongside (Bridgehampton, N.Y. Aug. 5 at tura. Tazewell Thompson directs; as described in Barbara Tuchman’s
a little-known salon piece by the 7 and Aug. 14 at 6:30. For tickets Ryan Brown. (Cooperstown, N.Y. best-selling book. • Aug. 15 at 8:30:
nineteenth-century French composer and a full schedule, see bcmf.org.) glimmerglass.org.) Nelsons’s final concert this summer
Adrien-François Servais. • Aug. 7 offers great works by operatically in-
at 10: Making its festival début, Philadelphia Orchestra Marlboro Music clined composers—Barber (the Second
the Danish String Quartet offers a at Saratoga Performing Arts The storied festival’s sixty-fifth Essay for Orchestra), Boïto, Puccini (the
dizzying program of works rooted in Center season rolls on just like the pre- Intermezzo from “Manon Lescaut”),
the ferocious architecture of musical The Fabulous Philadelphians begin vious sixty-four: an assemblage of Verdi (the “Willow Song” and “Ave
individuality. The evening includes their residency in upstate New York some of the world’s finest classical Maria” from “Otello”), and Strauss
Mozart’s arrangements of two fugues with three concerts led by the group’s musicians, along with their excep- (“Ein Heldenleben”)—in collaboration
from Bach’s “Well-Tempered Clavier,” principal guest conductor, Stéphane tionally talented protégés, study and with his wife, the glamorous soprano
Thomas Adès’s probing, whirling Denève. On opening night, the concertize in verdant summertime Kristine Opolais. • Aug. 16 at 2:30:
quartet “Arcadiana,” and the titanic Broadway legend Bernadette Peters Vermont. As always, the programs The curtain comes down, as always,
“Grosse Fuge,” by Beethoven. (Kap- joins the orchestra for some lighter are decided one week in advance with Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony
lan Penthouse, Rose Bldg., Lincoln fare, following a sampling of works of the concerts; Kaija Saariaho is (“Choral”), preceded this year by
Center. mostlymozart.org.) by Brahms, Prokofiev, Beethoven, this year’s composer-in-residence. Copland’s portentous “Symphonic
and Rachmaninoff. In the next (Marlboro, Vt. Aug. 7-8 and Aug. Ode.” The vocal soloists are Julianna
Mostly Mozart: program, “French Connection,” 14-15 at 8:30 and Aug. 9 and Aug. Di Giacomo, Renée Tatum, Paul
“Written on Skin” the orchestra performs Berlioz’s 16 at 2:30. For programs and tickets, Groves, and John Relyea, assisted by
The Metropolitan Opera has always “Beatrice and Benedict” Overture, visit marlboromusic.org. These are the Tanglewood Festival Chorus; Asher
been timid about importing new selections from Prokofiev’s “Romeo the final concerts.) Fisch conducts. (Lenox, Mass. bso.org.)
Hamilton
Lin-Manuel Miranda’s acclaimed hip-hop musical,
in which Miranda plays the Founding Father
Alexander Hamilton, moves to Broadway after a
sold-out run at the Public. Thomas Kail directs.
In previews. Opens Aug. 6. (Richard Rodgers,
226 W. 46th St. 800-745-3000.)
John
Sam Gold directs a new play by Annie Baker (“The
Flick”), set in a bed-and-breakfast in Gettysburg,
Pennsylvania. In previews. Opens Aug. 11. (Per-
shing Square Signature Center, 480 W. 42nd St.
212-244-7529.)
best in show
Jane Lynch brings her cabaret stylings to Joe’s Pub.
Love and Money
Mark Lamos directs A. R. Gurney’s play, in which
a wealthy widow plans to give away everything
she owns, until a young man shows up to claim fame came relatively late to Jane Lynch, first when she joined the cracked
his inheritance. Previews begin Aug. 15. (Per- ensemble of the Christopher Guest mockumentaries “Best in Show” and “A Mighty
shing Square Signature Center, 480 W. 42nd St. Wind,” and then when she became Sue Sylvester, the tracksuited villainess on “Glee.”
212-244-7529.)
Her career as a chanteuse has come even later. Last year, 54 Below offered her four nights to
Mercury Fur perform her cabaret act. “I said, ‘Well, I don’t have an act, but I will get one,’ ” Lynch, who
In Philip Ridley’s play, set in a dystopian near-future, just turned fifty-five, recalled recently. She put together a set list of “obscure standards,”
two teen-age brothers throw parties for the rich
in abandoned buildings. Scott Elliott directs for as she paradoxically described them, including Irving Berlin’s “Mr. Monotony” and the
the New Group. In previews. (Pershing Square Flying Machine’s “Smile a Little Smile for Me,” as well as some satirical folk “hits” from
Signature Center, 480 W. 42nd St. 212-279-4200.) “A Mighty Wind.” Since then, Lynch has toured from Beverly Hills to Red Bank, New
The New York International Fringe Jersey. Her new show, “See Jane Sing!,” lands at Joe’s Pub Aug. 16-19.
Festival Like many of her characters, Lynch projects a self-assurance that can edge into
The sprawling festival, which has spawned such aggression; she’s the master of bossy schmalz. Growing up in suburban Illinois, she
cult favorites as “Urinetown,” “Matt & Ben,” and
“Debbie Does Dallas,” returns for its nineteenth struggled with social anxiety and the panicked realization that she was gay. But her house
year. For complete programming—nearly two was full of singing. “My parents were wonderful harmonizers,” she said. “They would sit
hundred shows in all—visit fringenyc.org. Opens around the kitchen table and drink Ten High sour-mash whiskey and harmonize, and
Aug. 14. (Various locations.)
I always joined them.” She honed her comedic persona at Second City, and for a time
Whorl Inside a Loop played Carol Brady in the touring spoof “The Real Live Brady Bunch.” She made her
Sherie Rene Scott stars in a play she wrote Broadway début in 2013, as Miss Hannigan, in “Annie”—her solo, “Little Girls,” became
with Dick Scanlan, about an actress teaching a
storytelling class in a maximum-security prison. an encore in her cabaret act. A few weeks ago, she was still brainstorming ideas for the
Scanlan and Michael Mayer direct. In previews. upcoming show, where she’ll appear with a five-piece band. “We’re working on a medley
(Second Stage, 305 W. 43rd St. 212-246-4422.) of songs that made us cry as children,” she said. Her pick was “Puff the Magic Dragon,”
3 which she insists isn’t really about drugs. “I think when you’re high you tap into the great
Now Playing unconscious anyway,” she said. “It’s about growing up—‘A dragon lives forever, but not so
The Absolute Brightness of little boys.’ ”
Leonard Pelkey
A whodunit with a heart of gold, James Lecesne’s She paused. “I’m going to cry now.” Sue Sylvester would have had her for breakfast.
sympathetic solo show traces a detective’s investi- —Michael Schulman
14 THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015 ILLUSTRATION BY SIMONE MASSONI
gation of a murdered teen, Leonard Newton is a great annoyance to his the able director, Lisa Peterson, has of grief, beginning with acceptance
Pelkey. Under Tony Speciale’s direc- son, whom he presses into service decided if this is a work of realism and journeying backward to doomed
tion, Lecesne, who helped to found with the Royal Navy, accompanied or satire. Consequently, the plot is optimism. Competently crafted and
the Trevor Project, a program for by a black slave, Thomas (Chuck far-fetched, the rhythms juddering, well acted, but trivial despite weighty
L.G.B.T.Q. youth, plays witnesses Cooper). During a storm off the the characters and emotions less than subject matter, these plays, like that
and suspects, from an acerbic beau- coast of Africa, Thomas saves John’s credible. But Pittman is a dynamic Scotch, go down smooth, with almost
tician to a shrewd Mob wife to an life, inspiring him to write the title performer, throwing herself at the no aftertaste. (59E59, at 59 E. 59th
unsociable gamer. Leonard never hymn. Gabriel Barre’s production role from the tips of her stilettos St. 212-279-4200.)
appears, though Lecesne shows us is a fine enough spectacle, but the to the top of her burnished wig. A
his fairy wings, his rainbow platform creators are after something more contrastingly understated Russell G. Three Days to See
sneakers, and his journal filled with serious, about abolition and slavery Jones, as the head coach of the Knicks, There’s something so fake about the
drawings and poems. In life, it seems, and the ways in which lives can provides plenty of assists. (McGinn/ avant-gardism of theTransport Group’s
Leonard was discomfitingly flamboyant be changed by faith. It’s a worthy Cazale, 2162 Broadway, at 76th St. verbatim evocation of Helen Keller’s
(if conveniently asexual). Plenty of effort, all too noble and pat, but 212-246-4422. Through Aug. 15.) life, as directed by Jack Cummings
people asked him, “Do you have to be you want to thank the hardworking III, that whenever a tender moment
so much yourself?” He did. Lecesne, cast (including the very good Erin Summer Shorts 2015 declares itself—Cummings mostly
with his dark eyes and strong chin, Mackey) and an audience that finds Series A in the yearly festival of short crams them in at the end—it’s too
is a skillful actor, almost slick. Only itself moved by such stories, no matter plays for the dog days airs private late to believe anything that’s been
the sweat staining his shirt betrays what. (Nederlander, 208 W. 41st St. woes in public places. In “10K,” said. Starring seven actors as Keller
how hard he’s working. It’s for a good 866-870-2717.) Neil LaBute’s aerobic two-hander, and Annie Sullivan, who taught Keller
cause. While his script is structured a pair of pent-up joggers almost let to sign, the piece is, ostensibly, about
like a police procedural, it’s really a King Liz their imaginations (and hormones) difference, and the hope that can come
plea for tolerance. (Westside, 407 Liz Rico, a sports agent, is no pretender run away with them. Vickie Ramirez’s despite obstacles. But Cummings, who
W. 43rd St. 212-239-6200.) to the throne. She has a gold-plated “Glenburn 12 WP,” named for an brilliantly put together “I Remember
client list, a bottomless expense expensive Scotch quaffed by its com- Mama” last season, is so all over the
Amazing Grace account, and a flexible approach to miserating characters, has a premise place with his influences, among them
Christopher Smith and Arthur Giron’s professional ethics. “I lie, cheat, and like a joke in poor taste: a Native Amer- the Wooster Group and Richard Max-
new musical tells the story of John steal for my clients,” she tells a young ican lawyer and an African-American well, that his desire to be hip takes
Newton (the charming Josh Young), talent, proudly. As played by Karen physicist walk into a bar during a precedence over everything else. It’s
an eighteenth-century Englishman Pittman in Fernanda Coppel’s drama, protest. But there’s not so much a a shame, because there are talented
who is very much of his time and presented by Second Stage Uptown, punch line as a literal skeleton in the performers, including Ito Aghayere
class. His father (Tom Hewitt) owns Liz is a woman to be reckoned with, closet. And Matthew Lopez’s maudlin and Marc delaCruz. (Theatre 79, at
ships that carry slaves from Africa to though not, unfortunately, a woman “The Sentinels” travels retrospectively 79 E. 4th St. 866-811-4111. Through
England. Arrogant and fussy, Captain to believe in. Neither Coppel nor through three 9/11 widows’ stages Aug. 16.)
Elizabeth McGorian (all of the Royal features the host company in a new
Ballet) will perform in a program work by Tadej Brdnik, and the New
that includes works by the British York début of Polish Dance Theatre.
choreographers Alastair Marriott and On Aug. 18, the theme is Colombian,
DANCE
Arthur Pita. “Mozart and Salieri,” with the first New York visit of Sankofa
a male duet by the young Russian Danzafro, a troupe from Medellín.
choreographer Vladimir Varnava, will (Robert F. Wagner, Jr., Park, 20
be danced by Vasiliev and Varnava. Battery Park Pl. 212-219-3910. Aug.
(City Center, 131 W. 55th St. 212- 15-18. Through Aug. 21.)
581-1212. Aug. 7-8.) 3
Noche Flamenca / “Antigona” Celebrate Brooklyn!
Martín Santangelo has adapted Sopho- LeeSaar, the New York-based dance com- “Drive East” Out of Town
cles’ “Antigone,” starring Soledad Barrio. pany of the Israeli-born choreographers Now in its third year, this scrappy, Jacob’s Pillow Dance Festival
(West Park Presbyterian Church, 165 Lee Sher and Saar Harari, brings a event-packed, and frequently revelatory Malpaso Dance Company (Ted Shawn,
W. 86th St. 212-868-4444. Aug. 4-8 new version of their 2014 work festival of classical Indian music and Aug. 5-9), a contemporary-dance ensem-
and Aug. 10-15.) “Grass and Jackals.” Perhaps the revision dance, produced by Navatman, expands ble based in Havana, will perform two
will minimize the maniacal laughter into La MaMa’s largest theatre. Among appealing works: a heart-on-its-sleeve
Ballet Festival and insincere grins that, in previous the dance offerings are a kathak solo portrait of youthful anomie (set to folksy
This year, the Joyce’s annual showcase performances, undercut the striking cast, by Archana Joglekar, a bharata-natyam songs by Grandma Kelsey), by Trey
for up-and-coming ballet choreogra- seven extraordinarily pliable women solo by Ashwini Ramaswamy, of McIntyre, and a sultry jazz suite by
phers working outside the confines of in black catsuits. The influence of the Minneapolis’s excellent Ragamala the company’s youthful artistic director,
big ballet companies includes chamber Gaga technique, developed by Ohad Dance Company, and a kuchipudi Osnel Delgado. • Jessica Lang’s “The
works created by the young Canadian Naharin, should be even clearer than duet by Kamala Reddy and Soumya Wanderer,” an evening-length work based
Joshua Beamish (Aug. 4-5), for dancers usual, since the program also includes Rajupet. (Ellen Stewart, 66 E. 4th on Schubert’s “Die Schöne Müllerin”
from the Royal Ballet and American a Naharin duet danced by members of St. 646-430-5374. Aug. 10-16.) song cycle, concludes its run (Doris
Ballet Theatre. Ashley Bouder, a vir- the Batsheva Dance Company. (Prospect Duke, Aug. 5-9). • The Sarasota Ballet,
tuoso at New York City Ballet who Park Bandshell, Prospect Park W. at Battery Dance Festival an up-and-coming troupe from the Gulf
has built the Ashley Bouder Project 9th St. 718-683-5600. Aug. 6.) Formerly known as the Downtown Coast, makes its festival première (Ted
on the side, presents an evening of Dance Festival, this week of free dance Shawn, Aug. 12-16) with a triple bill
ballets (Aug. 8-9). Emery LeCrone “Solo for Two” performances organized by the Battery that includes Christopher Wheeldon’s
(Aug. 13-14) offers her own work, Though Natalia Osipova and Ivan Dance Company takes place against the “The American,” as buoyant and joyous
including a pas de deux (“Partita No. 2 Vasiliev are no longer a couple in the backdrop (beautiful but often blinding) as the Dvořák quartet to which it is set,
in C Minor”) that will be danced romantic sense, their paired names of New York Harbor at dusk. First, and Frederick Ashton’s “Monotones I”
by the explosive Sara Mearns and are still box-office gold. Osipova on Aug. 15, comes the nested Erasing and “Monotones II,” serene, mysterious
Russell Janzen, both of City Ballet. is now a principal at the Royal Ballet; Borders Festival of Indian Dance; along trios set to the music of Erik Satie. • La
Also taking part will be Chamber Vasiliev is based at the Mikhailovsky, with distinguished performers from Otra Orilla, a Canadian ensemble
Dance Project (Aug. 6-7), BalletX in St. Petersburg. “Solo for Two,” an India, this year’s program includes specializing in a refined, updated form
(Aug. 11-12), and Amy Seiwert (Aug. evolving platform for new choreog- a glimpse of Mayurbhanj Chhau, an of flamenco dance theatre, performs
15-16). (175 Eighth Ave., at 19th St. raphy, is their joint project. Edward originally martial form rarely seen “Moi&lesAutres” (Doris Duke, Aug.
212-242-0800. Aug. 4-16.) Watson, Marcelino Sambé, and here. The lineup on subsequent days 12-16). (Becket, Mass. 413-243-0745.)
movie OF THE WEEK With Flora Robson, Kathleen Byron, the suspense it arouses, falls back doesn’t trust the material; each time a
A video discussion of Elaine Sabu, and Jean Simmons (as a local on clichés. The hearty actors, who tape is actually seen—including several
May’s “Ishtar,” from 1987, in our girl).—Michael Sragow (MOMA; are nonprofessionals, convey much that Brando labelled “self-hypnosis”
digital edition and online. Aug. 7 and Aug. 10.) more depth than the script and —the sense of contact with the late
above beyond
POW! PortSide Open Weekend Dirty Girl Mud Run Park. The matches are vividly colorful Electric Chairs!” And, yes, there’ll be
For the first time in five years, This muddy obstacle-course event, and fiercely competitive, but the action live music, from his group Blue Coupe,
the waterfront nonprofit PortSide which is dedicated to raising awareness isn’t limited to the water. Onshore, featuring Joe and Albert Bouchard,
NewYork is presenting three days and funds for breast- and ovarian-cancer there’s an international food court, along founders of Blue Öyster Cult. (Pier 1’s
of public programs aboard its home, education and to celebrating cancer with concerts, comedy performances, Granite Prospect, Old Fulton St. at
the seventy-seven-year-old tanker survivors, spans roughly 3.1 miles martial-arts demonstrations, and other Furman St. brooklynbridgepark.org.
Mary A. Whalen, which moved to of ground and is open to women activities. (hkdbf-ny.org. Aug. 8-9.) Aug. 10 at 7.)
a new berth in May, after years of of all fitness levels. It’s meant to be
seeking a permanent place on the more fun than competitive, as there’s Readings and Talks Housing Works Bookstore
waterfront. The festivities commence no timer, and runners may bypass Bookcourt Café
Friday night with “Artists for Port- any obstacle they wish. Participants Julia Pierpont, who works in the The actor and writer Felicia Day talks
Side,” which features a concert by can expect to get drenched in dirt, editorial department of this mag- about her new book, “You’re Never
the Swiss flamenco-jazz musicians so bring a towel, a garbage bag to azine, and the writer Rebecca Weird on the Internet (Almost),”
Regula Küffer and Nick Perrin. store your muddy apparel, and a Dinerstein read from and discuss with the novelist Lev Grossman.
Throughout Saturday and Sunday, change of clothes (and shoes) for the their début novels, “Among the (126 Crosby St. For more infor-
educational tours of the tanker are after-party. Protective eyewear is also Ten Thousand Things” and “The mation, visit wordbookstores.com.
provided. Saturday night offers more recommended. Sorry, guys, but the Sunlit Night,” respectively. (163 Aug. 10 at 7.)
quality tanker time, during which run is open to women only, though all Court St. 718-875-3677. Aug. 5 at 7.)
guests may bring food and booze are welcome to attend as spectators. “Poetry at the New York
and lounge on deck while listening (Citi Field, 123-01 Roosevelt Ave. “Books Beneath the Bridge” Public Library”
to the Folk Music Society of New godirtygirl.com. Aug. 8.) The alfresco Monday-night reading The poets Parneshia Jones, Patrick
York. The revelry concludes on series in Brooklyn Bridge Park comes Phillips, and Jean Valentine read from
Sunday evening, with a communal Hong Kong Dragon Boat to a close for the season with Dennis their work, as part of the Academy of
potluck dinner. Kids are welcome, Festival in New York Dunaway, the original bassist in the Alice American Poets’ summer reading series.
and flat-soled shoes are recom- Now in its twenty-fifth year, this event Cooper band, who co-wrote “School’s (Margaret Liebman Berger Forum,
mended. (Atlantic Basin, Red Hook, brings dragon-boat teams from around Out” and other hits that once addled New York Public Library, Fifth Ave.
Brooklyn. portsidenewyork.org. the world to Queens for races on many a parent. He’ll be reading from at 42nd St. For more information,
Aug. 7-9.) Meadow Lake, in Flushing Meadows his memoir, “Snakes! Guillotines! and visit poets.org. Aug. 11 at 6.)
The Mary A. Whalen, a historic oil tanker that’s home to the waterfront advocacy organization PortSide NewYork, now has a berth in Red Hook, Brooklyn.
22 THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015 ILLUSTRATION BY MICHAEL KIRKHAM
FOOD & DRINK
BAR TAB lazy point
310 Spring St.
The summer Hamptons hordes
cling to the comforts of
Manhattan, with their East End
Ralph Laurens, SoulCycles, and
Citarellas. Meanwhile, those
sweating it out in the city dream
of ocean breezes—reveries not
lost on the team behind Lazy
Point, a new bar in “Hudson
Square” (near the Holland Tunnel)
that’s “bringing the seaside
vibe to life” in an “urban beach
house setting.” It’s named after a
scenic spit of land in Napeague
Bay, just west of Montauk, but
borrows its aesthetic from
raucous hot spots such as the
Surf Lodge and Ruschmeyer’s,
or maybe a Nautica store. The
floor is teal, the exposed brick
is whitewashed, and many
remaining surfaces have been
painted the colors of maritime
signal flags. A recent Thursday
Tables for Two felt like the weekend; a guy in a
cycling cap gulped Narragansett
shuko and said, “I’m so excited to have
47 E. 12th St. (212-228-6088) twenty days off to just, like,
hang.” A drink called Beets by
Dre contained beet juice, gin,
there’s no menu at shuko. You can either get a lot of sushi, which is the omakase and rosemary—O.K. if borscht’s
option, or slightly less sushi along with some “composed” dishes, the kaiseki. Either way, your thing; watch the white jeans.
A safer bet was the Pistachio
most of it is prepared and delivered over the counter by Jimmy Lau or Nick Kim, the owners Mule (pistachio-shell-infused
and head chefs, who used to work at the city’s priciest restaurant, Masa. The two of them vodka, lime, ginger), a long way
understand the rich well enough to know that the only thing they like more than spending from Moscow. A dancey Talking
money is getting something for free. That would explain the service—is it paranoia, or are Heads remix blared, “And you
the high rollers getting more fish?—but also, following an exquisitely refined meal, the may ask yourself, ‘Well . . . how
bonus: apple pie, a gloriously unreconstructed hunk of it. did I get here?’ ” over which a
But there’s serious work to be done before brown sugar and streusel. Out comes a parade toned woman shrieked, “You’re
so skinny!” as a greeting. Another
of sushi, though the chefs identifying their creations don’t always make themselves heard confided, “I’m very close to
over Drake or Jay Z. Guessing games ensue: “Did he say scallop sperm?” He did, and it’s moving to L.A.” Her friend said,
mild, sweet, and a little bit wobbly, like custard. Trying so many new things, without always “You should do it!” The grass is
knowing what it is you’re trying, is disorienting, but certain ingredients serve as comforting always greener.
ILLUSTRATION BY MATTHEW HOLLISTER
through-lines. Shiso leaf, astringent and clear, is there at the beginning, with pistachio miso —Emma Allen
on top of homemade mochi; again, nestled under a streak of sea bream; and then, at the
end, wrapped around a pickled lotus root. What are Thai bird chilis doing on top of grilled
toro sinew? It works, just like the heat of Sichuan peppercorns with cold ocean trout. But
the biggest surprise is how, through all the many courses of nigiri, the rice itself remains
interesting. It lolls around the mouth long after the Santa Barbara uni has slipped away. The
number of courses might be hazy, but those grains of rice—you can count them.
—Amelia Lester
Open for dinner Mondays through Saturdays. Omakase $135; kaiseki $175.
PHOTOGRAPH BY JAMES POMERANTZ THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015 23
THE TALK OF THE TOWN
COMMENT
EXIT, STAGE LEFT
arranged with my executor to be buried first night, and, in the midst of an in-
in Chicago, because when I die I want terview with the actor Michael J. Fox,
to still remain politically active.” Later, he blurted, “Honestly, I feel like this is
Dick Gregory, Richard Pryor, and Joan my bar mitzvah. I’ve never worn some-
Rivers continued to draw comic suste- thing like this, and I have a rash like
nance from what Philip Roth called “the you wouldn’t believe.” The evening
indigenous American berserk.” was rounded out by a report on the Clin-
Four nights a week for sixteen years, ton impeachment hearings by Stewart’s
THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015 25
“chief political correspondent,” a young improv comic named At the same time, he has occasionally dropped the nightly
Stephen Colbert. gagfest to reveal flashes of earnest anger and unironic heart.
Stewart soon found his footing, and what he became, Just after 9/11, he began his program with a personal mono-
with the help of his writers, his co-stars, and a tirelessly acute logue: “The view from my apartment was the World Trade
research team, was the best seriocomic reader of the press Center. And now it’s gone. And they attacked it, this sym-
since A. J. Liebling laid waste to media barons like William bol of American ingenuity and strength, and labor and
Randolph Hearst and Colonel Robert R. McCormick. Stew- imagination and commerce, and it is gone. But you know
art demonstrated that many of the tropes favored by the yel- what the view is now? The Statue of Liberty. The view
low press of Liebling’s day have only grown stronger. “There from the south of Manhattan is now the Statue of Liberty.
is no concept more generally cherished by publishers than You can’t beat that.” More recently, after a grand jury on
that of the Undeserving Poor,” Liebling wrote. The con- Staten Island failed to bring any charges related to the
tempt that he found in the plutocrat-owned, proletarian-read death of Eric Garner, an African-American whose crime
press, Stewart found on Fox News—particularly in ersatz was the sale of loose cigarettes, Stewart declared himself
journalists like Stuart Varney, a sneery character out of Dick- dumbstruck. “I honestly don’t know what to say,” he told
ens who regularly goes on about “these so-called poor peo- his audience. “If comedy is tragedy plus time, I need more
ple” who “have things” but “what they lack is the richness of [bleep]ing time. But I would really settle for less [bleep]
spirit.” Stewart’s evisceration of Varney was typically swift ing tragedy.” Similarly, after this year’s mass murder in
and unforgiving. Perhaps his greatest single performance Charleston, Stewart said, “I honestly have nothing other
came in 2010, with a fifteen-minute-long bravura parody of than just sadness, once again, that we have to peer into the
the huckster and conspiracy theorist Glenn Beck. abyss of the depraved violence that we do to each other
There was always something a little disingenuous about and the nexus of a just gaping racial wound that will not
Stewart’s insistence that he is a centrist, free of ideological heal yet we pretend doesn’t exist.”
commitment to anything except truth and sanity. In fact, his Stewart set out to be a working comedian, and he ended
politics tend to lean left of center. He’s been aggressive toward, up an invaluable patriot. But the berserk never stops. His
and ruthlessly funny about, unsurprising targets from Donald successor, Trevor Noah, will not lack for material. As Stew-
Rumsfeld to Wall Street. His support for L.G.B.T. rights, civil art put it wryly on one of his last nights on the air, “As I
rights, voting rights, and women’s rights has always been wind down my time here, I leave this show knowing that
unambiguous. His critique of Obama is generally that of the most of the world’s problems have been solved by us, ‘The
somewhat disappointed liberal, particularly on issues like Daily Show.’ But sadly there are still some dark corners that
Guantánamo and drones. But Stewart is a centrist only in this our broom of justice has not reached yet.”
sense: he is not so much pro-left as he is anti-bullshit. –––David Remnick
EXTRA CREDIT DEPT. “I know about catching people’s at- Cathy O’Neil suggested that Soares
PROTEST U tention,” Shavonnie Victor, another start the class, which they call Occupy
rising senior, said. “But the denial is Summer School. Union members, po-
something I have to get used to. You litical economists, and organizers drop
go up to someone, and they’re, like, in to discuss protest strategies.
‘Nah, I’m going to keep walking.’ I’m O’Neil is a mathematician and for-
thinking, This is going to affect some- mer hedge-fund analyst who became
one you love!” disillusioned with finance during the
wealth works to his benefit, since it makes him seem like candidates don’t want to be talking about.” Republicans may
an ordinary guy who can’t get over how cool it is to be rich. be praying that his campaign is just a joke, but right now
For someone who talks a lot about winning, Trump has Trump is the only one laughing.
a résumé dotted with more than a few losses. On four oc- —James Surowiecki
United States. journey to a new life as a sex-positive “The Mindy Project.” Not many peo-
fortysomething. She gets a really fun ple know this, but “The Mindy Proj-
THE STAUNCH OVAL OFFICE DAME assistant who’s an expert on all the new, ect” is actually based on a famous Ven-
Our heroine is a tough, well-edu- slutty dating protocols. Also, everyone ezuelan show called “Puta Gordita,”
cated woman. She is the first female on this show spends a lot of time drink- or “The Chubby Slut.”
THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015 35
woods with fierce animals—and, like
ANNALS OF ART many young painters, she was struck
by the scale of Kilgallen’s work. “I was,
Barry McGee and Clare Rojas with Asha, his daughter by his late first wife, the artist Margaret Kilgallen.
work, Rojas instructed her fourteen- Deitch Projects, in SoHo. For the ex- signs, and the gritty urban environ-
year-old daughter, Asha, to cut out hibit, a solo show called “To Friend + ment of the Mission, where she lived
three paper birds, which she taped Foe,” Kilgallen had painted freehand and worked, to evoke a wistful, rough-
to the window, as if to say : GO on the gallery walls, in a flat, folk-art edged West Coast landscape. She used
AWAY. “Can I let it in, Clare?” McGee style, a pair of enormous brawling leftover latex house paint in vintage
asked gently. Absolutely not, Rojas women, one wielding a broken bot- circus-poster colors like blood red,
answered. Thud. The bird hit the glass tle, the other with her fists up. At the ochre, and bird’s-egg blue-green, and,
again, and their three dogs barked time, Rojas was painting miniature when she wasn’t painting straight on
wildly. “I think it’s time to let it in,” dark-hearted fairy tales—girls in the the wall, worked on found wood. She
36 THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015 PHOTOGRAPH BY PETER BOHLER
represented women as stoic, defiant, hair that flopped into his eyes. Where McGee’s work grew, they tried to re-
and usually alone—surfing, smoking, Kilgallen was direct, McGee was sub- tain the ephemeral, pure quality of
crying, cooking, playing the banjo. She tle and evasive. Each was the other’s paintings made on the street. Little
admired physical endurance and cour- first love. “In social situations, Barry pieces they recycled or reworked, sold
age. One of her icons was Fanny Du- let Margaret do the talking,” Jeffrey for a pittance, or let be stolen from
rack, a pioneering swimmer who won Deitch, who founded Deitch Projects, the galleries. Wall paintings were
a gold medal at the 1912 Olympics. says. “He’d be shuffling around shyly.” whited out when shows closed. When
Her word paintings, playful and fa- Cheryl Dunn, a filmmaker who spent Kilgallen became fascinated by hobo
talistic, provided a melancholy under- time with Kilgallen and McGee, re- culture, she and McGee started trav-
tow to the bravado: “Windsome Lose members her saying that if she didn’t elling up and down the West Coast
Some,” “Woe Begone,” “So Long Lief.” tell him to have a sandwich he’d for- to tag train cars with their secret
In her work, Kilgallen dropped ar- get to eat. nicknames: B. Vernon, after one of
cane hints about herself. “To Friend + Like children playing away from McGee’s uncles, and Matokie Slaugh-
Foe” included a painting of two surf- the adults, Kilgallen and McGee oc- ter, a nineteen-forties banjo player
ers, female and male, holding hands; cupied a world of their own inven- Kilgallen revered. The cars marked
a month before the opening, Kilgal- tion. They lived cheaply and resource- “B.V. + M.S.” are still out there.
len had used the image on the invi- fully, scavenging art supplies and fur -
tation to her wedding, to Barry McGee,
in the hills overlooking San Francis-
co’s Linda Mar Beach, where the cou-
niture. Pack rats, they filled their
home—first a warehouse building
and then a two-story row house in the
R ojas, too, had an alternate iden-
tity: Peggy Honeywell, a lone-
some Loretta Lynn-like country singer
ple surfed together. McGee, who is Mission—with skateboards, surfboards, who sang her heart out at open mikes
Chinese and Irish, grew up in South paintings, thrift-store clothes, and around Philadelphia. Rojas is short
San Francisco, where his father worked other useful junk. At night, dressed and strong, half Peruvian, from Ohio,
at an auto-body shop, and started writ- identically in pegged work pants and with nape-length dark hair and a smat-
ing graffiti under the name Twist when Adidas shoes, they went on graffiti- tering of freckles across her nose. As
he was a teen-ager. Even now that he writing adventures. She was daring, Peggy Honeywell, she wore a long
is nearly fifty, and has shown at the scaling buildings and sneaking into wig and flouncy calico dresses, and
Venice Biennale and at the Carnegie forbidden sites. He once painted the sometimes, because she was shy, a
International, crowds of teen-agers show inside of a tunnel with a series of faces paper bag over her head. Her boyfriend
up at his openings to have him sign so that, like a flip book, it animated at the time, an artist named Andrew
their skateboards. as you drove past. Jeffrey Wright, idolized McGee; he
Among the artists associated with In the studio they shared, Kilgal- and his guy friends called McGee and
the Mission School—a loose group len and McGee worked side by side. his graffiti contemporaries the Big
working in San Francisco in the nine- He showed her how to make her own Kids. Smitten by Kilgallen’s work,
ties who shared an affinity for old panels, and she brought home from Rojas started sending her and McGee
wood, streetscapes, and anything raw the library the yellowing endpapers cassette tapes of Peggy Honeywell,
or unschooled—Kilgallen and McGee of old books, which they started paint- recorded with a four-track in her bed-
were the most visible and the most ing on. She worked on her women; room, and decorated with covers she
admired. “They were the king and he painted and repainted the sad, sag- had silk-screened.
queen,” Ann Philbin, the director of ging faces of the outcast men he saw The songs Rojas wrote were naïve
the Hammer Museum, in Los Ange- around the city. They worked obses- and stripped down, just a guitar and
les, says. “They were the opposite of sively, perfecting their lettering, their her voice. “Can’t seem to paint good
putting themselves forward in that kind cursives, and their lines. “Barry is busy pictures / you want good pictures don’t
of way, but everyone understood that downstairs making stickers,” Kilgal- listen to my words / But my paint-
they were such exceptional artists and len wrote to a friend. “I hear the squeak ings are pretty to look at / can’t find a
so supremely talented, and, by the way, of his pen—chisel tipped permanent rhythm of my own so I listen care-
so beautiful.” black—I have been drawing pretty fully to yours and probably will steal
Five feet ten and slender, Kilgal- much every day, mostly, silly things; it.” Kilgallen, who was, like many
len was intrepid, stubborn, and mis- and when I feel brave I have been try- of her subjects, a banjo player, loved
chievous, a winsome tomboy with ing to teach myself how to paint.” homespun music. She and McGee
curly reddish-brown hair that she often When he needed an idea, he’d go over started listening to the Peggy Hon-
pulled back in a clip at her temple. to her space and lift one. Deitch lik- eywell tapes incessantly. “It was like
She was stylish and insouciant; she ens them to Picasso and Braque. From a soundtrack for us,” McGee said.
shoplifted lingerie from Goodwill and a distance, Rojas, too, idealized them. “Whenever we’d go on a drive, we’d
wore an orange ribbon tied around “That was a perfect union, Barry and play those tapes.” They began a cor-
her neck. When I asked McGee the Margaret,” she says. “You couldn’t get respondence with Rojas, encouraging
color of her eyes, he wrote, “Marga- more parallel than the feminine and her music and her painting, and Rojas
ret’s eyes were blue as can be.” He was the masculine communing together.” sent more tapes.
also tall and slim, with boyish dark As recognition of Kilgallen’s and It was more than a year before
THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015 37
Kilgallen and Rojas met properly, in She persuaded her to call McGee, ised to have it checked upon her re-
May, 2001, installing “East Meets who was in Venice, getting ready for turn, a few weeks later. Like one of
West”—three West Coast artists and the Biennale, but they couldn’t reach her heroines, she was determined to
their East Coast counterparts—at the him. Finally, Rojas called her own see her job through—the installation
Institute of Contemporary Art in Phil- mother, who got Kilgallen to agree to and the pregnancy. “Blind bargain,”
adelphia. For Rojas, the exhibition go to the hospital. Baker took her the she wrote in her sketchbook.
was a milestone: it was her first mu- next day. At the hospital, she was given When Kilgallen got back to San
seum show and it placed her in a con- a sonogram, told to drink some Ga- Francisco, McGee was still in Europe,
text with an artist that to some extent torade, and sent home. She declined scheduled to return before the baby’s
she’d been modelling herself on. “Clare the Gatorade—too artificial. Baker expected arrival, in late July. Alone, she
was sort of in awe of Margaret—that’s says, “Once the baby was confirmed learned that the cancer had metasta-
how it all started,” Alex Baker, who as being healthy, she acted like every- sized to her liver; that tender, palpa-
curated the show, told me. Rojas, who thing was fine. Obviously, something ble mass was an organ seventy-five per
was by then finishing her first year of else was going on, but she didn’t want cent overtaken by disease. Still, she
graduate school, at the Art Institute to talk about it.” held off telling her husband and her
of Chicago, had introduced him to mother. When Kilgallen arrived at the
Kilgallen’s work. Baker says that the
admiration went both ways; Kilgal-
len was astounded by how psycho-
K ilgallen’s secret was that she had
recently had cancer; in the fall
of 1999, immediately following the
hospital, she was jaundiced and ex-
tremely weak. “She was one of the sick-
est women I’ve ever met,” a nurse who
logically complex and refined Rojas’s opening of her show at Deitch, she examined her told me. “You looked in
paintings were. “She said, ‘I could never had gone home to San Francisco to her eyes—she knew. But she flat out
make work like this! It’s beyond my have a mastectomy. She told almost wasn’t going to talk about it.” Her only
abilities.’ ” no one. Her mother, Dena Kilgallen, concern was for the pregnancy.
Kilgallen arrived in Philadelphia took a month off work to come and On June 7th, Kilgallen gave birth
seven months pregnant and set about help her while McGee installed a show to a healthy baby, six weeks prema-
her usual installation process: attack- in Houston. Margaret’s cancer was ture. She and McGee named her Asha,
ing a blank wall that, in this case, was small, three millimetres, and it was Sanskrit for “hope.” He arrived from
thirty-two feet tall. She insisted on caught early. She refused chemother- Europe the next day, as Kilgallen was
working alone, using a hydraulic lift, apy, a decision that Dena, herself a moved down to Oncology for aggres-
which she pushed from spot to spot. breast-cancer survivor, found mad- sive chemotherapy. She stayed for two
When it was time to paint, she took dening, if consistent with her daugh- weeks, before being transferred to in-
the lift up, put a roller to the wall, and ter’s headstrong ways. But the surgeon tensive care and, ultimately, to hos-
pressed the down button. In the early didn’t disagree with Margaret; che- pice, where she would open her eyes
morning, after working all night, she motherapy, she counselled, would only to see Asha. “I’m going to get
rode a bicycle from the museum to probably decrease her risk of a recur- better,” she said, as her organs were
Baker’s house, where she was staying. rence within five years by just two failing. On June 26th, with her hus-
Her back hurt and her stomach was to three per cent. Margaret started a band and her daughter at her side, she
bothering her, but she refused offers course of Chinese herbal medicine died.
of help. No one was to hover over her. instead.
At one point, she started sleeping in
a surf shack she had made from re-
cycled panels, part of her installation.
Kilgallen had regular follow-up vis-
its, and every time was given a clean
bill of health. She got pregnant, and
R ojas remembers the first time she
saw Asha. It was in Philadelphia,
at a memorial for Kilgallen held on
Rojas was impressed, but she also dis- around the same time started a new the last day of the “East Meets West”
approved. She told me, “There were sketchbook. She filled its pages with show. McGee walked in, skinny and
some things about her that I was, like, baby names: Piper, Mojave, Biancha, shaky and shell-shocked, carrying a
‘You are crazy, and I don’t like the way Clare. McGee says that they were seven-week-old child. When Rojas
you’re acting, pregnant, at all. Where’s happy and busy and didn’t think about held Asha, she was overcome with
your husband? He should be here with the cancer, but the sketchbook betrays emotion. “The whole story went away,
you. And why are you smelling paint a creeping awareness of her illness. and it was about this beautiful, tiny
fumes?’ ” Always alert to language, Kilgallen baby with super-long legs,” she says.
One evening, in the gallery, Rojas began compiling ominous word lists: “I remember feeling immediately, I’m
saw Kilgallen run to the bathroom, “smother,” “black out,” “keep dark,” “far going to protect you.”
crying. She followed her in. Kilgallen away,” “underground,” “under-neath.” Kilgallen’s death had thrown Mc-
was scared. She kept touching the top Two days before leaving for Phil- Gee into turmoil. “It was Code Red,”
of her belly and saying she could feel adelphia to work on her “East Meets he says. In a span of weeks, his wife
something hard, and it hurt. Rojas West” installation, the most ambitious had gone from a seemingly vital
suggested that they call Kilgallen’s of her career, Kilgallen felt a tender woman on the verge of motherhood
mother, but she strenuously refused. lump below her diaphragm. At an ap- to a body washed and laid out for
“She was really stubborn,” Rojas says. pointment with a midwife, she prom- viewing. But there was no time to
38 THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015
grieve; he had a newborn to care for. During this time, McGee travelled the Baby Bjorn, and get out to write
The house that McGee brought Asha constantly, Asha in tow, tending to “Matokie Lives” on a freight car. It
home to was full of helpful relatives, two increasingly demanding careers— enraged Rojas; she didn’t think graffiti
sleeping on the floor, amid piles of art his and Kilgallen’s. For a show in Ath- was an appropriate activity for an in-
work, surfboards, and found wood. ens, and again for the Whitney Bien- fant. She says, “There was nothing I
Artist and surfer friends arrived, offer- nial in 2002, he re-created Kilgallen’s could do but sit there and be the look-
ing to babysit. “I’m looking at some wall paintings, studiously embodying out, and watch him write Margaret’s
of these people, particularly the guys. her hand. In his own installations, he name.”
Here you have this little preemie started to include makeshift shacks The difficulty of the situation didn’t
baby—babies are supposed to be kept of recycled wood, which he filled with intimidate Rojas—a sad man, a com-
clean and neat,” Dena Kilgallen says. her paintings. He wanted to be close plicated man, she could deal with
“I thought, Oh, my God, that can’t to them, as a source and as a solace. that—or maybe she was young enough
happen.” She stayed for a month, feed- “I didn’t know what else to do,” he that its full range didn’t occur to her.
ing Asha, singing to her, while McGee said. “That whole time is just a wash “I think most people would just com-
buried himself in work at the studio of ‘Is this the right thing to honor her pletely head the opposite direction,
and lost himself in the ocean. “He was work?’ ” like, ‘Good luck with this, Barry,’ ”
just genuinely angry,” Dena says. “He McGee knew he couldn’t raise a McGee says. “But she walked straight
had this beautiful baby and Margaret child alone, nor could he live with a in.” Not everyone was happy to see
wasn’t there to enjoy it. He would get crowd of well-meaning family and her. Friends of Kilgallen’s, Rojas says,
up and say nothing and leave to go friends. “I needed help,” he told me. treated her with hostility: “The atti-
surfing.” At night, he insisted that “I needed to feel good again. I needed tude was ‘Who are you and why are
Asha sleep not in the bassinet that it fast. It was really scary.” Rojas was you here?’ ” McGee and Rojas were
Dena had procured but snuggled on funny and fierce and steady. That win- married in 2005. Even so, at Asha’s
his chest. ter, on the way back to San Francisco school, other parents assumed that
In Philadelphia for the memorial, from New York, McGee stumbled Rojas was the nanny.
McGee and Asha slept inside Kil- around Chicago in a blizzard, with Asha, on the other hand, called
gallen’s surf shack, just as Kilgallen a cooler full of breast milk and a baby Rojas “Mom,” and Rojas referred to
had, pregnant, a few months before. strapped to his chest, trying to find her as “my daughter.” Early on, she
He asked Rojas to perform, as Peggy her student apartment. In the spring, learned to play the banjo; she thought
Honeywell. “The music was already he enlisted her to come to Milan, where it would comfort Asha to hear the
in our lives,” he said to Rojas re- he was installing a show at the Prada music Kilgallen had played while she
cently. “You had infected us.” Over Foundation. Her roommate warned was in the womb, and she thought it
the next few months, McGee and her to be careful, but Rojas would might console McGee, too. She taught
Rojas started writing e-mails back and not be deterred. Scattered as McGee herself to surf, so that she wouldn’t
forth. She came out to San Francisco was, he represented a kind of freedom. get stuck babysitting on the beach. At
to play another memorial show and, “He was showing me the world,” she every turn, with every parenting de-
in Santa Cruz, went surfing with told me. cision, she asked herself if Kilgallen
him—or, rather, he invited her into Just before Asha turned one, Rojas would approve. She took refuge in the
the water and then left her bobbing finished graduate school and moved notion, shared by McGee, that Kil-
like a buoy while the waves tumbled gallen intended for her to take over
around her. It was her first time in where she had left off. She told me,
California. “This was an arranged marriage. By
In November, Deitch Projects pre- Margaret. I swear to God.”
sented “Widely Unknown,” an exhibi-
tion of artists whom Kilgallen had ad-
mired. McGee showed an upended van,
cluttered with old papers and marred
K ilgallen had designed her work
to be broken down—subsumed
into some new creation—or to dis-
by graffiti. He brought Asha, not want- in with McGee. When she got to San appear entirely. Little remained to
ing to be away from her for more than Francisco, she’d still barely been alone look at, but the world was hungry.
a few hours. Rojas was also in the show, with him. They started taking road People tattooed images of her art on
with her miniatures and a Peggy Hon- trips, heading north, escaping the fam- their skin. “There’s a cult of Marga-
eywell set. The gallery was noisy and ilies to see if they could be one. She ret Kilgallen,” Dan Flanagan, a close
dusty, except for Rojas’s area, which was twenty-five, in love, and at his friend of hers from the library, says.
was quiet and clean. While Asha slept mercy. “We were in his car—with a Charismatic in life, she was sainted
there, in a little nest of blankets on the baby,” she said. “I had no idea where in death. Flanagan wasn’t at the hospi-
floor, Rojas painted pink and blue flow- we were going. He wouldn’t tell me.” tal, but he heard that people had taken
ers on the wall and strung up bird gar- In little towns that Rojas later learned pieces of her clothing and strands of
lands. Her performance space took on he’d visited with Kilgallen, he would her hair.
the appearance of a nursery. head for the train yard, pop Asha in In the void left by Kilgallen, Rojas’s
40 THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015
work incubated. It started with a
paintbrush, which McGee sent Rojas
in the mail when she was still in grad
school. It was sable, with a tapered
tip, and, at twenty-five dollars, it was
five times as expensive as the brushes
she usually used. It pulled the paint
like a calligraphy brush, making an
undulating line. “I couldn’t wait to
learn how to use it,” Rojas says. “I
never looked at that poor brush and
said, ‘Fuck no.’ ” It wasn’t until she’d
mastered it that she realized what
she’d done. The line was a vocabu-
lary: McGee’s, Kilgallen’s, and now
hers. Rojas’s favorite paper was a thick
white Bristol card stock. On road trips,
when she ran out of it, McGee handed
her some of what he was using—the
endpapers from old books, like the
stuff Kilgallen used to bring home
from the library.
Kilgallen and McGee had worked
in the same studio, borrowing from
each other, refining their styles against
the whetstone of the other’s craft.
When Rojas, like them a printmaker,
accustomed to working flat and with
a limited palette, started sharing a stu-
dio with McGee, a similar dynamic
came into play—only McGee was an
established artist, with a distinct style,
whereas Rojas was talented but still
finding her way. “Barry and I were
painting side by side. We were having
conversations I assume he and Mar-
garet had,” she told me. “He’d say,
‘When you reduce the palette to one
or two colors, that looks really good.’ ”
Kilgallen’s old paint was sitting around
the studio, and Rojas, unthinkingly,
used it.
In San Francisco, Rojas finally had
the space to experiment with scale.
Instead of finely rendered miniatures,
she began to paint large women, like
the ones that had first attracted her
in Kilgallen’s show at Deitch. Out-
siders found it hard to comprehend.
“She was basically making Marga-
ret’s paintings for the first two or three
years she and Barry were together,”
Aaron Rose, a former gallery owner
who showed Kilgallen and McGee,
and who has known Rojas for years,
says. “A lot of people were pissed.” The
similarities were so extensive that
when Rose curated “Beautiful Losers,”
a travelling show of Mission School
One evening this winter, when I
was visiting McGee, Rojas and Asha
came in with bags of groceries and a
bunch of white tulips. At fourteen,
Asha is slender and tall, with gestures
and facial expressions so reminiscent
of her mother that Dena often slips
and calls her Margaret.
“Mom! What happened to the rug?”
Asha asked. Rojas explained that she
had got rid of it, part of an ongoing
effort to declutter.
“Did you get rid of all our cassette
tapes?” McGee asked, half joking, already
sure of the answer. Rojas smiled, try-
ing to be stern. “Barry! I’m not answering
that question.” As she enumerated the
new furniture they needed—chairs, a rug,
a floor lamp, an office table, a dining-
room table, and a ceiling fan—Asha
disappeared into her room to get to
work purging it of junk. After an hour,
she emerged with two bags of garbage
“That’s just a bush that happens to be on fire—I’m over here.” and two bags of giveaway stuff. “Want
to come see?” she said.
• • “Oh, my God, girl!” Rojas said as
she took in the clean dresser top and
the empty drawers. Asha had made
artists, which included Kilgallen and each other, starlike offerings in their enough space for a cozy reading chair.
Rojas, museum staff could not distin- hands. “I’m cold,” Asha said. “Can we “You can have Margaret’s chair,
guish between their work. go home?” how about that?” she said.
“I was thinking about Margaret, Asha bounded to the living room
and I let myself go, do whatever I
needed to do to sort through that as
an artist,” Rojas told me. “I was hav-
F or ten years after Kilgallen’s death,
the house in the Mission remained
virtually untouched. Rojas put her
and lay sideways across a mustard-
colored upholstered chair. “My favor-
ite,” she said.
ing a conversation with myself, with clothing in drawers with Kilgallen’s, McGee and Rojas have talked about
her, and with the past.” Her fantasti- and ate her meals on furniture Kil- having a second child, but Rojas feels
cal, psychological narrative now in- gallen had dragged in from the street. that their family is complete. In 2008,
cluded a ghostly love triangle. Often, For a while, Rojas’s car was a 1965 she adopted Asha, and stopped second-
she depicted female figures in com- Chevy Nova with faulty brakes, which guessing every parenting decision.
munion with other women or with Kilgallen had bought and started to “Margaret gave me Asha, and I will ob-
young girls; sometimes a spirit or a rebuild. Rojas resented it all, and she viously never forget that,” she said, but
bird hovered overhead. resented herself for resenting it. Kil- on a basic level the adoption freed her.
The work was strong, and it led to gallen had become an angel, a mar- Still, when I remarked that Rojas and
solo museum shows, public commis- tyr, an icon of perfection. From one McGee didn’t yet seem to be over Kil-
sions, and gallery exhibitions. Asha, point of view, her death had given gallen, she looked at me frankly and
who travels the world with her par- Rojas her life. There was no room to asked, “Are we supposed to be over her?”
ents, leads a life that is remarkably complain, or even tidy up.
similar to the one she might have had
with Kilgallen and McGee. On sum-
mer evenings in Marin, the three of
But it is tiresome to live with a ghost,
and Rojas is a deeply practical person.
She got a Prius. She insisted that McGee
R ojas arrived in San Francisco with
her own artistic concerns, and a
vision of collaboration forged in part by
them ride bikes to the beach and go take Kilgallen’s paintings, which had what Kilgallen and McGee had pro-
surfing. But Asha seems unburdened been stacked against the walls, to his jected. But working closely with McGee
by the past. Last year, on her thir- studio, and bought some storage bas- turned out, for her, to be a trap. His taste
teenth birthday, McGee and Rojas kets, lined with fabric, to organize the was his taste, and he steered her toward
took her to the top of a building in downstairs. The living room now is what he liked. “You trust this person.
the Tenderloin to look at a mural that snug and spare. Kilgallen’s banjo hangs He’s your husband, and a very success-
Rojas had made, seven stories tall, of above a couch, and one of Rojas’s paint- ful artist,” she told me. “It took me a
two women, flat and folkloric, facing ings is on another wall. long time to figure out that what he was
42 THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015
encouraging me to paint was either very cle course made out of cones. “One of frames containing drawings, paintings,
similar to what he encouraged Marga- the main things they teach you, going graffiti photographs, doodles done on
ret to paint or what she did paint.”What- in and out, is not to fixate on the ob- napkins by his dad. “It’s about abun-
ever Rojas accomplished as an artist, the ject in front of you, always to go straight dance,” McGee said. “Just more. More
credit always seemed to go to Kilgallen. ahead,” she said. “I fixated on the thing everything.”
She told me, “I went under two shad- in front of me for a really long time.” On the way back to the city, McGee
ows”—Kilgallen’s and McGee’s—“and Rojas is thirty-nine and has been stopped in South San Francisco, at his
I don’t think I’m out of it yet.” with McGee for fourteen years. In brother Mike’s auto-body shop. Mike
Rojas kicks herself now for how that time, his work has changed, too, has thousands of pedals, fenders, and
naïve she was, underestimating the showing signs of her influence. She pieces of trim that fit old muscle cars;
power of Kilgallen’s legacy. “For years, teases him that it’s stealing; he agrees. boxes full of Fisher-Price toys; vintage
I’d paint something and show it to “I let Clare work through things for beer cans bought at swap meets; and
my mom or Barry, and say, ‘Does this years, and then I scoop it in,” he says. most of the things Barry has tried to
look like Margaret’s work? Is there For the first time, in the fall, they col- get rid of over the years, including all
anything of her in this?’ If there was laborated on a show, in Rome. Their the visitor’s passes that Mike amassed
any inkling, the way they’d squint their collaboration was not the side-by-side, when Kilgallen was in the hospital.
eye, I would get rid of it. Which re- kindred-spirits way of Kilgallen and They sit on a shelf, along with stick-
ally got in the way of my narrative, if McGee but something distinct: she ers she made, skateboards she designed,
I wanted to paint a woman. Which would start a piece and leave the gal- and posters for her shows.
was what my work was all about.” lery; alone, he’d finish it. Then he Barry craned his neck, looking
In time, Rojas’s sensibility changed. would start something and she would around the shadowy space. “Jesus
The figures of women that had been finish it. Her lines were hard; his were Christ, this is my future,” he said, mov-
present in her work since her student soft. It was like checkers; they were ing past a rusted-out Chevelle to an-
days were joined by men, often naked equals, and it was fun. other car, on a lift in the back. It was
and in postures of submission.The paint- Kilgallen’s Chevy Nova, which Barry
ings got angry, to the point that Rojas
didn’t want to make them anymore. She
stopped painting altogether, and for two
M cGee still starts many of his
mornings in the freezing-cold
ocean, beneath the hills where he and
hadn’t known was there.
“I’ve been working on it,” Mike
said. “It’s almost done.” The fenders,
years she only wrote. Afterward, she got Kilgallen were married. He drives a the roof, and the hood were ready for
her own studio, out of the Mission, in white Chevy Astro van loaded with a final sanding and then paint. Barry
Dogpatch. “I don’t even have the key to longboards, stickers, wax, and zines. looked at it with trepidation. Rojas
Barry’s studio—that’s how interested I Rojas told me that either he had never would be furious. “I forgot the car
am in ever going there,” she told me. mourned for Kilgallen or he is mourn- even existed until I saw it,” he said.
Most of her work now is abstract. ing still. She never knew; “Where are we going to
Rojas’s studio is huge, airy, and light, she’d fall asleep listening to keep this thing? Crap.”
suitable for the oils that have become the sound of his chisel- Maybe he could crash it, so
her preferred medium. When I visited tipped black pen and won- that Mike would have to fix
in June, she was pushing to finish nine der what he was working it up again. Or put it in an
canvases for an art fair in the fall. She out. Surfing, for him, is installation. He didn’t want
opened the door wearing a paint-dabbed like drawing, or like grief— to own it; he didn’t want to
denim apron and a pair of white-on- repeat, repeat, squeak, squeak, own anything precious, sen-
black Adidas. The paintings were big, squeak. In the water, he is timental, or nice. He’d be
four by five feet, in black, cream, red, graceful, stoop-shouldered, afraid of losing it somehow.
and cerulean—like flattened Calder cross-stepping toward the A few months ago, Mc-
stabiles. “It’s all about harmony, bal- nose of his board, crouch- Gee’s van, anonymous and
ance, and finding joy through compo- ing down and disappearing utilitarian, was stolen from
sitions,” she said. Her old paintings had into the froth. He can go on like that the street in front of the house in the
geometric elements in the background. for hours. Mission. Rojas was ecstatic; she
To make these new ones, she simply One morning after surfing, McGee thought it was a hazard, and she didn’t
excised the figures. “It was about let- put on a red hooded windbreaker and like the mess. But McGee was dis-
ting go of the story,” she says. brown pants, and drove the van to traught, and immediately set about re-
She took off her apron and sat down Menlo Park to see a piece of his that placing it. “You know how when your
on a couch in a front room. She told had been installed in the sprawling new family structure is broken you gotta
me that she had recently taken a Frank Gehry building at Facebook. He fix it right away?” he said to me. “That’s
motorcycle-safety course, so she can shuffled past employees eating scram- how I felt about my van. I had a new
ride a Vespa around Marin County on bled eggs from Styrofoam clamshells van by eleven the next morning.” Then
the weekends, and eventually use it in to arrive at his “boil,” an optical hoard, the other van was recovered, and now
the city, to go from home to the stu- bulging out from a wall, made from instead of one white Chevy Astro van
dio. At the school, there was an obsta- hundreds of odd-shaped thrift-store full of longboards he has two.
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PROFILES
THE COP
Darren Wilson was not indicted for shooting Michael Brown. Many people in Ferguson question whether justice was done.
BY JAKE HALPERN
BY PETER HESSLER
Suef, at an open-air market called the long before the first call sounded for
Syrian Fair, two Chinese underwear sunset prayer a sheikh arrived at the
salesmen had somehow embedded with shop. He was tall and fat, with strong, Chen Yaying and Liu Jun, who go by
56 THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015
the names Kiki and John, in their lingerie store in Asyut, with their Egyptian assistant Rahma Medhat.
PHOTOGRAPH BY RENA EFFENDI
how old somebody is, what expres-
sion she has on her face—and inev-
itably my imagination starts to fill in
the gaps. Were both these women the
sheikh’s wives? Was one to be dressed
in red, and the other in blue, for Val-
entine’s Day?
The sheikh and Kiki were still sep-
arated by ten pounds when the second
call to prayer sounded. “I have to go,”
he said, and handed Kiki his money.
“I’m a sheikh! I have to pray.” But Kiki
slapped him lightly on the arm with
the cash. “Ten more!” she said sternly.
The sheikh’s eyes widened in mock
surprise, and then, with a flourish, he
turned to face Mecca, closed his eyes,
and held out his hands in the posture
of prayer. Standing in the middle of
the lingerie shop, he began to recite,
“Leave the bottle.” “Subhan’allah wal’hamdulillah . . .”
“Fine, fine!” Kiki said, and rushed
• • off to deal with other customers. The
sheikh smiled as he left, the women
trailing behind him. Later in the eve-
dark features, and he wore a brilliant Chen Yaying, who runs the shop with ning, Kiki told me that she thought one
blue galabiya, a carefully wrapped tur- her husband, Liu Jun. In Egypt, they of the women was the sheikh’s mother.
ban, and a pair of heavy silk scarves. go by the names Kiki and John, and From my perspective, this changed the
He was followed by two large women both are tiny—Kiki barely reached the narrative significantly but didn’t make
in niqabs. The sheikh planted him- sheikh’s chest. She’s twenty-four years it any less interesting. Kiki, though, had
self at the entrance of the shop while old but could pass for a bookish teen- nothing more to say about it: as far as
the women searched purposefully ager; she wears rectangular glasses and she was concerned, the story had ended
through the racks and the rows of a loose ponytail. “This is Chinese!” she the moment the sale was made.
mannequins. Periodically, one of them said, in heavily accented Arabic, hold-
would hold up an item, and the sheikh
would register his opinion with a wave
of his hand.
ing up the garments. “Good quality!”
She dropped the total price to a hun-
dred and sixty pounds, a little more
C hinese dealers rarely speculate
about their Egyptian customers,
even the ones they see frequently. Kiki
Valentine’s Day is one of the few than twenty dollars, but the sheikh told me that some local women visit
times of the year when most China offered one-fifty. two or three times a month, and they
Star customers are male. Usually, it’s It was still unclear what his rela- acquire more than a hundred sets of
only women in the shop, and often tionship was with the two women in the nightgowns and panties, so China
they buy the lightweight, form-fitting niqabs. When we chatted, he said that Star changes its stock every two
dresses that Chinese dealers refer to he monitors mosques for the Minis- months. When I pressed the Chinese
as suiyi, or “casual clothes.” No Upper try of Religious Endowments. He to analyze the demand, they often said
Egyptian woman would wear such wasn’t bothered when I mentioned that it’s because Egyptian men like
garments in public, but it’s acceptable Valentine’s Day—some devout Mus- sex, and because there are so many re-
at home. This is one reason that the lims believe that the holiday should strictions on public attire. “If you never
market for clothing is so profitable: not be celebrated. But I couldn’t find have a chance to look nice, it’s hard
Egyptian women need two separate a tactful way to learn more about the on you, psychologically,” Chen Huan-
wardrobes, for their public and their women. In Upper Egypt, it’s not ap- tai, another dealer in Asyut, told me.
private lives. Usually, they also acquire propriate to ask a man too directly “And they have to wear so many clothes
a third line of clothing, which is de- about his wife, especially if she’s wear- when they’re outside, so they have
signed to be sexy. The two women in ing a niqab. Whenever I’ve got to these other things to look prettier at
niqabs quickly found two items that know a man whose wife wears the home.”
the sheikh approved of: matching sets garment, he usually explains that it’s But on the whole this subject doesn’t
of thongs and skimpy, transparent supposed to prevent other men from interest Chinese dealers. Few of them
nightgowns, one in red and the other thinking about her. For a Westerner, are well educated, and they don’t per-
in blue. though, it often has the opposite effect. ceive themselves as being engaged
The sheikh began to bargain with I can’t pick up basic information— in a cultural exchange. On issues of
58 THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015
religion, they are truly agnostic: they the lingerie dialect, and there’s some- too even more outrageous—Rahma
seem to have no preconceptions or re- thing disarming about these Chinese told me, with evident satisfaction, that
ceived ideas, and they evaluate any faith men speaking in the feminine voice. her parents had been furious. They
strictly on the basis of direct personal In the lingerie dialect, one import- had also opposed her working in the
experience. “The ones with the crosses— ant phrase is “I have this in a wider lingerie shop, where she had replaced
are they Muslim?” one Chinese dealer size.” Chinese dealers use this phrase another young woman who had had
asked me. He had been living for four a lot. Egyptians tend to be big, and family problems of her own. John told
years in Minya, a town with sectarian they’re often good-humored and char- me that he had never fully understood
strife so serious that several Coptic ismatic, like the sheikh in China Star. the situation, but he had noticed
Christian churches had been damaged In contrast, the diminutive, more seri- bruises on the young woman’s face and
by mobs armed with Molotov cock- ous Chinese have a way of receding arms, and one day her father came and
tails. During one of our conversations, from the center of a scene. These differ- beat her on the sidewalk in front of
I realized that he was under the im- ences seem perfectly matched for the China Star.
pression that women who wear head exchange of lingerie. The Chinese deal- Most assistants, though, have been
scarves are adherents of a different re- ers are small, and they know little, driven to work because of difficult
ligion from that of those who wear the and they care even less—all of these economic circumstances. At the Chi-
niqab. It was logical: he noticed con- qualities help put Egyptian customers nese Lingerie Corner, in Minya, a
trasts in dress and behavior, and so he at ease. twenty-seven-year-old woman named
assumed that they believe in different The shops often employ young local Rasha Abdel Rahman told me that
things; a monolithic label like “Islam” women as assistants, who in many she had started working almost a de-
meant nothing to him. In general, Chi- cases can barely communicate with cade ago, after her mother died and
nese dealers prefer Egyptian Muslims their bosses. Nevertheless, these women her father was crippled in an auto ac-
to Christians. This is partly because tend to be fiercely loyal to the Chi- cident. Rasha has four sisters, and she’s
Muslims are more faithful consumers nese. In Upper Egypt, it’s unusual for been able to earn the money neces-
of lingerie, but it’s also because they’re a woman to work, and a few of the as- sary to help three of them get mar-
easier to negotiate with. The Copts are sistants seem to be engaged in acts of ried. In the past, she worked for an-
a financially successful minority, and rebellion. At China Star, Kiki and John other Chinese dealer, and she told me
they have a reputation for bargaining are currently assisted by an eighteen- that she would never accept employ-
aggressively. This is what matters most year-old named Rahma Medhat, who ment from an Egyptian. In her opin-
to Chinese dealers—for them, reli- wears the head scarf but also has tat- ion, the Chinese are direct and hon-
gion is essentially another business toos on both hands, including one of est, and she appreciates their remove
proposition. a skull and crossbones. She had this from local gossip networks. “They
Initially, I wondered how the linge- done at a Coptic church. In Egypt, keep their secrets,” she said.
rie dealers can succeed despite having Christians traditionally have a cross Rasha told me that local men can’t
so little curiosity about their larger cul- tattooed onto their right hand or wrist, sell lingerie as effectively as Chinese
tural environment. The poorest place and the church is often the only place men. “I can’t describe how they do it,”
in which I found any Chinese was Mal- in town with a tattoo gun. For a Mus- she said, speaking through a transla-
lawi, where a dealer named Ye Da in- lim, it makes the act of getting a tat- tor. “But they can look at the item and
vited me to his decrepit apartment for
lunch, only to discover that he had
bought camel meat by mistake at the
butcher’s. He and his wife had moved
to Mallawi shortly after it experienced
some of the worst political violence in
Upper Egypt, in August, 2013, when
riots resulted in eighteen deaths. The
couple’s home contained a single book,
which was subtitled, in Chinese, “You
Are Your Own Best Doctor.” They
spoke almost no Arabic or English.
They didn’t have a Chinese-Arabic dic-
tionary, phrasebook, or language text-
book—in fact, I’ve never met a linge-
rie dealer who owns any of these things.
Unlike Mandarin, Arabic is inflected
for gender, and Chinese dealers, who
learn the language strictly by ear, often
pick up speech patterns from female
customers. I’ve come to think of it as “Want to know how many steps we took?”
give it to the woman, and that’s it. that he imports ten shipping contain- a future role. At China Star, I asked
An Egyptian man would look at the ers of women’s underwear every year, the mother if her daughter would work
item, and then look at the woman, and in addition to the items that he makes as a lawyer after the wedding. “Of
then he might make a joke or laugh in his Egyptian factory. At China Star, course not!” she said. “She’ll stay at
about it.” Rasha spoke of her previous the arusa and her family spent more home.” She spoke proudly, the same
Chinese boss fondly. “He didn’t have than an hour picking out twenty-five way that I often hear Egyptian men
anything in mind while he was sell- nightgown-and-panty sets, ten pairs tell me that their wives spend their
ing,” she said. “When you buy some- of underwear, ten brassieres, and one days in the house. In Egyptian Ara-
thing, you feel the thoughts of the per- Ladystocking. The mother paid the bic, another meaning of arusa is “doll”—
son selling it. And with the Chinese equivalent of three hundred and sixty children use this word for the toys that
their brains don’t go thinking about dollars, and she told me that they they dress and undress.
women’s bodies.” planned to make two or three more
66 THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015 ILLUSTRATION BY ZOHAR LAZAR
W hat if you had a child?
If you had a child, your life would
be about more than getting through the
sack of flour no matter how careful you
are), a man who has no health insurance
or investments or pension plan (he’s
minor wizards. Your people have, for
generations, been able to summon rain,
exorcise poltergeists, find lost wedding
various holiday rushes, and wondering needed every cent just to keep the mill rings.
exactly how insane Mrs. Witters in Ac- open)—that man has told the King that No one in the family, not in the past
counts Payable is going to be on any his daughter can spin straw into gold. few centuries, at any rate, has thought of
given day. It’d be about procuring tiny The miller must have felt driven to making a living at it. It’s not . . . respect-
shoes and pull toys and dental checkups; it. He must have thought he needed a able. It smells of desperation. And—as
it’d be about paying into a college fund. claim that outrageous to attract the at- is the way with spells and conjurings—
The unextraordinary house to which tention of the King. it’s not a hundred per cent reliable. It’s
you return nightly? It’d be someone’s fu- You suppose (as an aspiring parent an art, not a science. Who wants to re-
ture ur-house. It’d be the place that some- yourself, you prefer to think of other par- fund a farmer’s money as he stands des-
one would remember, decades hence, as ents as un-deranged) he is hoping that titute in his still parched fields? Who
a seat of comfort and succor, its rooms if he can get his daughter into the pal- wants to say, “I’m sorry, it works most of
rendered larger and grander, exalted, by ace, if he can figure out a way for her to the time,” to the elderly couple who still
memory. This sofa, those lamps, pur- meet the King, for the King to see the hear cackles of laughter coming from
chased in a hurry, deemed good enough pale grace of the girl’s neck and her shy under their mattress, whose cutlery still
for now (they seem to be here still, years smile, and hear the sweet clarinet tone jumps up from the dinner table and flies
later)—they’d be legendary to someone. of her soft but surprisingly sonorous voice, around the room?
Imagine reaching the point at which the King will be so smitten (doesn’t every When you hear the story about the
you want a child more than you can re- father believe his daughter to be irresist- girl who can supposedly spin straw into
member ever wanting anything else. ible?) that he’ll forget about the absurd gold (it’s the talk of the kingdom), you
Having a child is not, however, any- straw-into-gold story. don’t immediately think, This might be
thing like ordering a pizza. Even less so The miller is apparently unable to a way for me to get a child. That would
if you’re a malformed, dwarfish man imagine all the pale-necked, shyly smil- be too many steps down the line for most
whose occupation, were you forced to ing girls the King has met already. Like people, and you, though you have a po-
name one, would be . . . What would you most fathers, he finds it inconceivable tent heart and ferocity of intention, are
call yourself? A goblin? An imp? Adop- that his daughter may not be singular; not a particularly serious thinker. You
tion agencies are reluctant about doctors that she may be lovely and funny and work more from instinct. It’s instinct,
and lawyers if they’re single and over smart but not so exceptionally so as to then, that tells you, Help this girl and
forty. So go ahead. Apply to adopt an obliterate all the other contending girls. good may come of it. Maybe simply be-
infant as a two-hundred-year-old gnome. The miller, poor, foolish, doting fa- cause you, and you alone, have some-
You are driven slightly insane—you ther that he is, never expected his daugh- thing to offer her. You who’ve never be-
try to talk yourself down; it works some ter to be locked into a room full of straw fore had much to offer any of the girls
nights better than others—by the fact and commanded to spin it all into gold who passed by, leaving traces of perfume
that, for so much of the population, by morning, any more than most fathers in their wake, a quickening of the air
children simply . . . appear. Bing bang expect their daughters to be unsought they so recently occupied.
boom. A single act of love and, nine after by boys, or rejected by colleges, or Spinning straw into gold is beyond
months later, this flowering, as mind- abused by the men they eventually marry. your current capabilities, but not neces-
less and senseless as a crocus bursting Such notions rarely appear on the spec- sarily impossible to learn. There are an-
out of a bulb. trum of paternal possibility. cient texts. There’s your Aunt Farfalee,
It’s one thing to envy wealth and It gets worse. who is older than some of the texts but
beauty and other gifts that seem to have The King, who really hates being still alive, as far as you know, and the
been granted to others, but not to you, duped, announces, from the doorway of only truly gifted member of your ragtag
by obscure but undeniable givers. It’s an- the cellar room filled with straw, that if cohort, who are generally more prone to
other thing entirely to yearn for what’s the girl hasn’t spun it all into gold by make rats speak in Flemish, or to sum-
so readily available to any drunk and bar- morning he’ll have her executed. mon beetles out of other people’s Christ-
maid who link up for three minutes in What? Wait a minute. . . . mas pies.
a dark corner of any dank and scrofu- The miller starts to confess, to beg
lous pub. forgiveness. He was joking; no, he was
sinfully proud. He wanted his daughter C astles are easy to penetrate. Most
people don’t know that; most peo-
LONG RUNS
As fans of Ingrid Bergman can confirm,
nobody should go there without meet-
ing a beautiful woman named Ilsa, pref-
“Mission: Impossible—Rogue Nation,” “The End of the Tour,” and “Best of Enemies.” erably one whose loyalty is so mutable
that men can hardly keep up. This par-
BY ANTHONY LANE ticular Ilsa is forever switching from
Lane to the good guys and back again,
brinkmanship”—a nice description of chase that gives Cruise, leaning side- both men know it. (Nobody seethes as
this genre of movie—and promptly shut ways at speed, the chance to buff his well as Eisenberg, who frowns at the
down. Needless to say, circumstances kneecaps on the curving road. smallest hint of a slight.) Lipsky is com-
lead Hunley not just to change his tune These arias of suspense are conducted missioned by Rolling Stone to write a
74 THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015
Some things have held firm throughout the “Mission: Impossible” films, not least a resolute belief that the globe is made for trotting.
ILLUSTRATION BY R. KIKUO JOHNSON THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015 75
profile of Wallace. This entails a trip to bouts in all, with Howard K. Smith as
Illinois and a snowy stay at Wallace’s the referee, and, from the opening min-
house, after which the two men set off utes, it was clear that the contestants
on the tour. Very little occurs, and you were bound together by a loathing that
can sense the movie stretching and was stronger than death.
creaking to fill the available space. Minor Vidal, the more complacent, was also
incidents, like a tiff over a rental car, the greater pro, preparing for battle by
are built up into showdowns. Thank hiring a researcher and arriving armed
heavens for Joan Cusack, who plays the with quotations and venomous facts to
tour escort in Minneapolis, proudly wield against his foe. Some of his zing-
pointing out the statue of Mary Tyler ers, ad hominem and supposedly ad
Moore, and declaring, as she bids a hoc, were rehearsed beforehand, and it
breezy farewell to Wallace, “I may have shows. “He’s always to the right, and
to buy your book and read it!” almost always in the wrong,” he said of
Anybody hoping that “The End of Buckley, on air. The latter chose to wing
the Tour” would mirror the formal daz- it, and was never more attentive than
zle of Wallace’s fiction, doubling back when he seemed to be at ease. I spent
on itself like the frantically probing en- half the movie trying to pin down whom
counters in his 1999 collection, “Brief he reminded me of, with those blue-
Interviews with Hideous Men,” will be gray eyes, as pale as a winter sea. When
disappointed. Yet the film, despite its he threw his head back and bared his
flatness, is worth exploring, just as the teeth in a harrowing grin, I got it: seven
writer’s unremarkable home is picked years ahead of schedule, he looked like
apart by Lipsky, who prowls around like the poster for “Jaws.”
a cop, noting the contents of the bath- The rum thing about “Best of En-
room cabinet and the photograph of emies,” directed by Morgan Neville and
Updike on the wall. Then, there’s Segel, Robert Gordon, is that it keeps inter-
who doesn’t just map the outer contours rupting the footage of the debates—
of Wallace (note the arms shyly crossed, veering away to more recent commen-
as if in self-protection) but gradually tators, and spoiling the flavor of the
starts to delve down. Is his nature as original feud. Now that TV punditry
sweet as it first appears, or is he, in the has roughened into a rant, do we not
Shavian phrase of one acquaintance, deserve to see more of its lordly apo-
“pleasantly unpleasant”? Is his depen- gee? Maybe so, except that Vidal vs.
dence on junk—he gorges on a banquet Buckley—or, as I prefer to think of it,
of “Falcon Crest,” “Magnum, P.I.,” and Alien vs. Predator—has not improved
“Charlie’s Angels,” and invites Lipsky with age. Which combatant you cleave
to dine on Diet Pepsi and Twizzlers—a to is beside the point, since both of
heedless addiction or a loving embrace them teeter on the brink of the insuffer-
of Americana? Is he a regular guy or, as able. The long drawl of their vowels,
Lipsky suspects, a deeply irregular one however shapely, bespeaks a patrician
striking an anxious pose? “I don’t think fatigue that has passed into history, and
writers are much smarter than other is welcome to stay there. Each man was
people,” Wallace says. “I think they’re too bent on outsmarting the other to
more compelling in their stupidity.” obey their nominal brief, which was to
Ouch. At the end, we see him dancing, assess the tremors that unnerved the
badly and happily, as if trying, for a few convention halls and convulsed the na-
precious minutes, to shake all the words tion beyond. For a better reckoning of
out of his mind. 1968, you need a better writer—Nor-
man Mailer, unloved by Buckley and
CLONE CLUB
to innovate, working from the older
models of prestige cable.
From the start, “Halt and Catch Fire”
The eighties flashbacks of “Halt and Catch Fire” and “Deutschland 83.” was hurt by several factors, including
that impossible-to-remember title. (It’s
BY EMILY NUSSBAUM a computer command that causes a pro-
cessor to overload, shutting down the
machine.) The pilot felt like a wishful
mashup, using elements scavenged from
reruns. There was a Don Draper-ish
salesman, Joe MacMillan (Lee Pace),
who had a tormented family history, a
closet full of Armani suits, and a gift
for gassy monologues. There was a Wal-
ter White-like failed scientist, Gordon
Clark (Scoot McNairy), emasculated by
his sighing wife. There was a chick coder,
Cameron Howe (Mackenzie Davis), a
bleached-blond punkette straight out
of “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo”
(or possibly Aimee Mann circa “Voices
Carry”). In Dallas, these three rebels
teamed up to build a new computer—
or, actually, to improve on a prototype
that Joe ripped off from his former em-
ployer, I.B.M. The entire enterprise felt
surreally self-referential: a show about
reverse-engineering a stolen computer
was itself reverse-engineered from the
stolen archetypes of better dramas.
And yet as “Halt and Catch Fire”
proceeded it began to insert fixes, scene
by scene, as if it were a product that had
shipped too early, downloading updates
to improve usability. It started to ex-
plore the rich, strange prehistory of to-
day’s Silicon Valley gold rush, sketch-
RENEGADES
Institut. Behold the advantages of be-
longing to a culture that still venerates
Bach and Beethoven: Germany spends
Rare works by Harry Partch and Ethel Smyth. lavishly on the arts, and Partch has been
a surprising beneficiary.
BY ALEX ROSS I last heard Partch’s music live in
2005, when the Kasser Theatre, in
Montclair, New Jersey, presented the
composer’s mystically transporting ad-
aptation of William Butler Yeats’s “King
Oedipus.” At the time, Montclair State
University held the remarkable array of
bespoke instruments—strings, key-
boards, and percussion—that Partch
had devised for his music. (The collec-
tion has since gone to the University of
Washington.) Until Musikfabrik en-
tered the picture, Partch’s major scores
could be performed only when that col-
lection was made available. A few years
ago, Thomas Meixner, a frequent Musik-
fabrik collaborator, undertook the ar-
duous task of making replicas of the
instruments, some twenty-five in all.
Partch wished to restore music to a
bardic, ritualistic state: melodies are
molded to the speaking voice, rhythms
to the movement of the body. He
required new instruments because of
his decision to discard the standard
equal-tempered scale—with its divi-
sion of the octave into twelve equal in-
tervals—in favor of a scale of forty-three
tones, which sounds weird to Western
ears but is familiar to those brought up
in non-Western traditions. The instru-
songs. He emerged with an incorrigi- tion then travelled to various European of his victims, the other on an ancient
bly radical musical language, at once cities; last month, it arrived at City Cen- Ethiopian story about an altercation be-
intricate in method and rugged in man- ter, in New York, under the aegis of the tween a vagabond and an old woman.
ner. Partch wrote, “In the early days of Lincoln Center Festival. The program Goebbels followed the traditional plots
presenting my music, the mere men- booklet gave thanks to, among others, but introduced occasionally jarring con-
temporary touches: the dispute in the
Partch’s “Delusion of the Fury” progresses from eerie whispers to a colossal cathedral roar. Ethiopian part is adjudicated by a
80 THE NEW YORKER, AUGUST 10 & 17, 2015 ILLUSTRATION BY ALVARO TAPIA HIDALGO
mockup of Colonel Sanders, the Ken- surreal pageant of English history. “Peter Grimes,” another tale of an out-
tucky Fried Chicken founder. Partch’s Woolf found Smyth overbearing, as cast fisherman. (“The Wreckers” had a
great sonic enchantment made the dis- did many people, but envied the older revival at Sadler’s Wells, in London, in
parate elements cohere, and the Musik- woman’s political outspokenness. (“Her 1939, just before Britten left for Amer-
fabrik performers, often undertaking speech rollicking & direct: mine too ica.) In the end, the gale force of Smyth’s
assignments outside their areas of ex- compressed & allusive.”) Woolf found musical personality banishes doubts.
pertise (singing and acting as well as “The Wreckers” to be “vigorous & even Leon Botstein, who has long served
playing unusual instruments), delivered beautiful; & active & absurd & ex- both as Bard’s president and as its res-
a performance of fervent, go-for-broke, treme; & youthful”—a fair summary ident conductor, has repeatedly won
soul-gladdening power. of the work. the gratitude of adventurous New York-
The opera’s story concerns the vi- area operagoers by reviving such ne-
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