Professional Documents
Culture Documents
99 MAY 2, 2016
MAY 2, 2016
ANNALS OF SCIENCE
Siddhartha Mukherjee 24 Same but Diferent
Identical twins and the science of epigenetics.
A REPORTER AT LARGE
Eyal Press 38 Madness
The torture of mentally ill inmates in a
Florida prison.
PORTFOLIO
Pari Dukovic and 48 Top of the Town
James Sanders Observation decks of New York.
FICTION
Alexandra Kleeman 58 “Choking Victim”
THE CRITICS
A CRITIC AT LARGE
David Denby 66 Sex, censorship, and Hollywood.
BOOKS
Peter Schjeldahl 73 A new biography of Wallace Stevens.
77 Briefly Noted
POP MUSIC
Hua Hsu 78 Anohni reinvents the protest song.
POEMS
Stav Poleg 44 “The City”
Kathleen Heil 62 “Kegger in Georgi Balanchivadze’s Backyard”
COVER
Bob Staake “Purple Rain”
DRAWINGS Danny Shanahan, Farley Katz, Emily Flake, Mick Stevens, Benjamin
Schwartz, Liana Finck, P. C. Vey, Roz Chast, Peter Kuper, Jack Ziegler, Paul Noth,
Charlie Hankin, Bruce Eric Kaplan, Tom Chitty, William Haefeli, Drew Dernavich
SPOTS Jefrey Fisher
CONTRIBUTORS
Eyal Press (“Madness,” p. 38), the au- Pari Dukovic (Portfolio, p. 48) is a staf
thor of “Beautiful Souls,” is a visiting photographer. His work is included in
journalism fellow at the Russell Sage a group exhibit entitled “Music,” which
Foundation and a past recipient of the is on view at the Ilon Art Gallery, in
James Aronson Award for Social Jus- New York.
tice Journalism.
James Sanders (“ Top of the Town,”
Siddhartha Mukherjee (“Same but Difer- p. 48), an architect, is the author of
ent,” p. 24) is the Pulitzer Prize-win- “Celluloid Skyline: New York and the
ning author of “The Gene: An Inti- Movies.”
mate History,” which will be published
in May. Vinson Cunningham (The Talk of the
Town, p. 23), whose work has appeared
Hallie Cantor (Shouts & Murmurs, in the Times Magazine and McSwee-
p. 31) writes for the upcoming NBC ney’s, is a contributor to newyorker.com.
variety show “Maya & Marty.” Jason
Adam Katzenstein, a New Yorker car- Alexandra Kleeman (Fiction, p. 58) writes
toonist, illustrated the graphic novel fiction and nonfiction. She is the au-
“Camp Midnight,” due out in May. thor of the novel “You Too Can Have
a Body Like Mine,” and will publish
Ian Frazier (“The Bag Bill,” p. 32) is the “Imitations,” a collection of short sto-
author of “Hogs Wild: Selected Re- ries, in September.
porting Pieces,” which comes out in
June. He is working on a book about David Denby (A Critic at Large, p. 66),
the Bronx. a staf writer and a former film critic
for the magazine, recently published
Bob Staake (Cover) has created nine- “Lit Up: One Reporter. Three Schools.
teen covers for the magazine. “Beachy Twenty-four Books That Can Change
and Me” is his latest children’s book. Lives.”
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MID May 24–29
MATTERS OF FACT her—namely, her husband and Sanders— SUMMER
Jill Lepore, in her piece on truth in the
but there was little mention of her rec-
ord as a stateswoman (“The Great Di- NIGHT’S
Internet age, writes that “the collection
and weighing of facts require investiga-
tion, discernment, and judgment, while
vide,” March 21st). This speaks to much
of the media’s coverage of Clinton’s cam-
paign. It’s true that Hillary was Bill’s
DREAM
the collection and analysis of data are partner in many of his achievements, and
outsourced to machines” (“After the Fact,” that Sanders is often credited with pull-
March 21st). This view minimizes the ing her to the left. But Clinton has had
role of a programmer, who, like a librar- a long career, both as a senator and as
ian, aims at preserving and presenting the Secretary of State, by which she can
facts and data in a meaningful way. Le- be judged. She is liberal and progressive,
pore quotes Michael Lynch, the author especially in the domestic context that
of “The Internet of Us,” as saying that Lizza’s article focusses on. She has a long
we no longer discover facts; we down- record on equal pay, the minimum wage,
load them. But how diferent is the pro- and health care. She deserves to be as-
cess of searching online from searching sessed on her own record and positions.
in the stacks? Are the words of the Fed- Laura S. Humphrey
eralist Papers any more significant when Jackson Heights, N.Y.
read in the Library of Congress than on 1
a glowing screen in a Starbucks? Either THE MYTH OF OLD JAPAN
way a brain is processing data, and it’s
up to each person to make sense of that. Judith Thurman, in her account of the
Michael John Cross fashion designer Guo Pei, writes that the
Waterloo, Iowa patrician culture of China was “imported
to Japan millennia ago” (“The Empire’s
Lepore’s question—how do we establish New Clothes,” March 21st). In fact, the
what is “true”?—is one that science re- importation of Tang Dynasty Chinese cul-
peatedly confronts. The Russian scien- ture peaked only a little more than a mil-
tist Ivan Pavlov’s experiment with dogs lennium ago. We tend to forget that Jap-
is widely considered one of the best proofs anese culture as we know it today is
of the scientific method. Pavlov noticed relatively young, when compared with the
that his dogs salivated at the sight of ancient cultures of Rome, Persia, Greece,
food and at the assistant who brought China, and Egypt. Nonetheless, in con-
the food, and even at the sound of the temporary China elements of Japanese
assistant’s footsteps. Unable to under- culture—such as the traditional architec-
stand the dogs’ reactions, Pavlov arrived ture throughout the Kyoto-Nara region—
at three questions: Can I see it? Can I seem ancient indeed, because they are rel-
measure it? Can the results be repeated? ics of practices that were suspended on
Pavlov’s systematic approach led to the the mainland. This is what makes Thur-
discovery of the conditioned reflex, rev- man’s account of Chinese tourists in Kyoto
olutionizing science. Perhaps these same so interesting: unable to connect with
questions are a good place to begin when their own classical past in China, they are
searching for truth in the Internet age. turning to Japan. Even so, they aren’t able
Edward A. Wasserman, Stuit Professor to reach very far back at all.
of Experimental Psychology John A. F. Hopkins
The University of Iowa Tokyo, Japan
Iowa City, Iowa nycballet.com/midsummer
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APRIL 27–MAY 3, 2016
The daughter of a ballet dancer and a champion soccer coach, Michelle Dorrance is a tap dancer of gawky
grace with especially quick, smart feet. But she has won particular attention for her choreographic cre-
ativity in extending tap tradition in new directions. In “ETM: Double Down” (at the Joyce, April 26-
May 1), the virtuosic footwork of Dorrance and her afable company, Dorrance Dance, triggers digitally
produced sounds, bringing the rhythms of metal-tipped shoes into the age of electronic dance music.
worries for the late Nobel Prize- “timeless” character, one that she’s cir- Winnie—the nervous, intelligent, and
winning writer. While rereading, for cled for twenty years, too terrified to funny actress familiar to moviegoers
instance, James Knowlson’s “Damned take it on. “It’s the Hamlet for ac- shows herself. “The only thing that
to Fame,” his lively 1996 biography of tresses,” she told me recently. About ten makes me more anxious than rehearsal,”
Beckett, Wiest still wished for Beckett’s years ago, James Bundy, who heads the she said with a laugh, “is not being in
success earlier than he achieved it—that prestigious Yale School of Drama, rehearsal.”
was in 1953, when he was forty-six and spoke to Wiest at a cocktail party and —Hilton Als
Incognito
Manhattan Theatre Club stages Nick Payne’s play,
which braids the stories of a pathologist who steals
Einstein’s brain, a neuropsychologist beginning a
new romance, and a seizure patient who loses his
memory. Doug Hughes directs. (City Center Stage I,
131 W. 55th St. 212-581-1212. Previews begin May 3.)
Shuffle Along
Audra McDonald, Brian Stokes Mitchell, and
Billy Porter star in a musical about the making of
a popular African-American stage show from the
nineteen-twenties. Directed by George C. Wolfe and
choreographed by Savion Glover. (Music Box, 239
W. 45th St. 212-239-6200. In previews. Opens April 28.)
Signature Plays
Lila Neugebauer directs a trio of one-acts: Ed-
ward Albee’s “The Sandbox,” María Irene Fornés’s
“Drowning,” and Adrienne Kennedy’s “Funny-
house of a Negro.” (Pershing Square Signature Center,
480 W. 42nd St. 212-244-7529. Previews begin May 3.)
Jokes Lynn Redgrave. • Nathan the Wise Clas- drops and front curtains for ballets. (Pi- and also, in honor of the Massine orig-
sic Stage Company. Through May 1. • The Rob- casso’s beautiful front curtain for the inal, people with dandelions for heads.
ber Bridegroom Laura Pels. • The Royale Mitzi
E. Newhouse. Through May 1. • The School for Ballets Russes’ “Three Cornered Hat,” Denby said there wasn’t much ballet in
Scandal Lucille Lortel. • School of Rock Winter once housed at the Four Seasons, now “Mad Tristan” but that it was “a first-class
Garden. • She Loves Me Studio 54. • Straight hangs at the New-York Historical Soci- mental carnival.” That, clearly, is what
Acorn. • Stupid Fucking Bird Pearl. • Tuck Ev-
erlasting Broadhurst. • Waitress Brooks Atkin- ety.) With the triumph of abstraction “La Verità” aspires to as well.
son. • Wolf in the River Flea. and, relatedly, the collapse of ballet- —Joan Acocella
10 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016
DANCE
New York City Ballet which consists of crumbling, wavelike layers of reographer and her mother, the Martha Gra-
The week includes three performances of “Jewels,” concrete and rebar. The title, “Étroits Sont les ham alumna Marni Wood. The original score is
George Balanchine’s color-coded ode to gemstones. Vaisseaux,” refers to a poem by Saint-John Perse: by Daniel Bernard Roumain. (Joe’s Pub, 425 La-
Each section is a world unto itself, populated by its “Narrow are the vessels, narrow our couch. Im- fayette St. 212-967-7555. April 29-30.)
own fauna: wood nymphs in “Emeralds,” jazz-age mense the expanse of waters, wider our empire /
temptresses in “Rubies,” and a melancholy queen in the closed chambers of desire.” (Gibney Dance, “La MaMa Moves!”
and her court in “Diamonds.” In a mixed bill titled 280 Broadway. 646-837-6809. April 27-30.) Katy Pyle and her company, Ballez, lovingly re-
“Classic NYCB I,” the quicksilver footwork typi- imagine canonical ballets to include lesbian,
cal of the Danish ballet tradition (“Bournonville Heather Kravas queer, and transgender people, mixing activism
Divertissements”) is paired with an experimental Rigorously patterned, uncompromising in their with humor and heart. “Sleeping Beauty and the
piece by Jerome Robbins (“Moves”), in which the repetitions and permutations, Kravas’s works Beast,” kicking of La MaMa’s annual monthlong
dancers interact without musical accompaniment. test a viewer’s patience and sometimes reward festival, mashes together more than the two fairy
All you hear are steps, claps, and the occasional it. “Play, thing” focusses her minimalist mi- tales in its title, folding in allusions to Lower
breath. One of Balanchine’s great Stravinsky bal- croscope on the domestic sphere and domes- East Side garment workers striking in 1893 and
lets, “Symphony in Three Movements”—big, en- tic labor in three overlapping duets for six ar- AIDS activists protesting in 1993. A crowd of ar-
ergetic, and brash—tops of the evening. • April 26 resting women. (The Chocolate Factory, 5-49 49th chetypal characters dances to house music and
and May 3 at 7:30: “Bournonville Divertissements,” Ave., Long Island City. 866-811-4111. April 27-30.) Tchaikovsky played live by the Queer Urban Or-
“Moves,” “Tchaikovsky Pas de Deux,” and “Sym- chestra. The opening weekend also features a
phony in Three Movements.” • April 27-28 at 7:30 Monica Bill Barnes / “Happy Hour” program shared by Yvonne Meier, Amanda Lou-
and May 1 at 3: “Jewels.” • April 29 at 8 and April On Wednesdays at Gibney Dance, the happy-go- laki, and Paula Josa-Jones. (La Mama, 74A E. 4th
30 at 2: “Estancia,” “Pictures at an Exhibition,” and lucky dancer-choreographer Monica Bill Barnes St. 212-475-7710. April 30-May 1. Through May 29.)
“Everywhere We Go.” • April 30 at 8: “Barber Vio- and her partner in crime, Anna Bass, are hosting
lin Concerto,” “N.Y. Export: Opus Jazz,” and “The a mock after-work shindig. In a setting straight “Works & Process” / Ryan McNamara
Most Incredible Thing.” (David H. Koch, Lincoln out of “The Oice,” Barnes and Bass transform The Guggenheim Museum’s Peter B. Lewis The-
Center. 212-496-0600. Through May 29.) themselves into guys with ties, working the atre, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright, is as ec-
crowd with characteristic exuberance. Robbie centrically shaped as the rest of the building.
Jen Rosenblit Saenz de Viteri plays host. (280 Broadway. 646- That’s a challenge and an opportunity for a cho-
In Rosenblit’s work, people often seem to come to- 837-6809. April 27. Through May 25.) reographer, and it has inspired McNamara, an
gether while remaining apart. The various odd activ- artist who often works with dancers, to create
ities they get up to maintain a similar relationship, Ellis Wood Dance “Battleground,” a kind of sci-i turf-war ballet.
digressive in sequence yet somehow linked. “Clap Wood’s dances have long had a feminist bent, Diferent zones of the space are defended by
Hands” features the intent choreographer, the dancer depicting women meeting obstacles with force teams of dancers—who include some ringers like
Eie Bowen, the musician Admanda Kobilka, and a and daring. In “The Juggler of Our Ladies,” she Dylan Crossman—wearing costumes imprinted
stack of fuchsia-colored felt. (Invisible Dog Art Cen- presents phases of a woman’s life. The cast, rang- with images of their own faces. (Fifth Ave. at 89th
ter, 51 Bergen St., Brooklyn. 347-560-3641. April 26-28.) ing in age from ten to eighty, includes the cho- St. 212-423-3575. May 2-4.)
Dorrance Dance
The acronym in “ETM: Double Down” stands for
electronic tap music, a concept analogous to elec-
tronic dance music. The idea is to use technology—
wooden platforms equipped with sensors hooked
up to computers—to augment a tap dancer’s sonic
palette. In this show, a new incarnation of one that
débuted at Jacob’s Pillow in 2014, Michelle Dor-
rance applies her skill and imagination, the most
brilliant in tap choreography today, to experimen-
tation with the new toys. The sunny B-girl Ephrat
Asherie joins the excellent company of musicians
and hoofers. (Joyce Theatre, 175 Eighth Ave., at 19th
St. 212-242-0800. April 26-May 1.)
Kimberly Bartosik /
“Étroits Sont les Vaisseaux”
Bartosik, a savvy explorer of the interstices of in-
timacy, has created a duet for Joanna Kotze and
Lance Gries—both strikingly original movers—
that lasts exactly twenty-four minutes and ifty
seconds. Her inspiration is sculpture, specii-
cally a work by the German artist Anselm Kiefer
works on paper (a screaming chicken) and some
ghastly sculpture (a worn-out boot) are here for
ART those who miss Bradley’s bad manners, but the
rumbling paintings, echoing with conidence and
the efort of invention, airm that he has far more
1 serious goals than disarray. Through May 3. (Ga-
was based, but the igure was elongated for Asian gosian, 980 Madison Ave., at 76th St. 212-744-2313.)
MUSEUMS AND LIBRARIES tastes. The transition from Athenian restraint to
Hellenistic luxury comes through in a display of op- Richard Learoyd
Metropolitan Museum ulent jewelry, including a gold diadem topped by a The British photographer rigged up a camera ob-
“Pergamon and the Hellenistic Kingdoms of igure of Nike. War, too, ofered a pretext for Perga- scura in his studio for these idiosyncratic portraits
the Ancient World” mon’s artists to Hellenize a dying Gaul, seen bleed- that convey a preternatural sense of depth. Young
Closed for renovations until 2019, Berlin’s Perga- ing from his abdomen. More than a mere block- women pose in an empty, pale-gray space, their faces
mon Museum has sent the Met its greatest mar- buster, this show is a radical and wholly rewarding often turned away from the camera’s meticulous ap-
bles and eigies from the centuries after Alexander rethinking of the art we call “Greek.” Through July 17. praisal. Learoyd’s igures appear so lifelike it’s as if
the Great, resulting in this epic study of how Greek they were trapped inside the pictures. This imme-
ideas and images were transmitted and transformed 1 diacy, which does not translate when the images
in western Asia. The city of Pergamon (present-day GALLERIES—UPTOWN are reproduced, is remarkably seductive in person,
Bergama, Turkey) was the capital of the Attalid dy- but its impact is undercut by the awkward formal-
nasty, whose power in the third and second centuries Joe Bradley ity of the models’ poses and by Learoyd’s penchant
B.C. was expressed through a new style of art, less The ambitious American painter, who shot to prom- for repetition to the point of redundancy. Through
idealistic and more baroque than its Athenian coun- inence ten years ago with patchy monochromes and April 30. (Pace/MacGill, 32 E. 57th St. 212-759-7999.)
terpart. A towering, ten-foot-tall statue of Athena, slapdash primitivism, settles into mid-career with
now armless, shows the scale of Pergamon’s new ar- clever new abstract paintings. On lag-proportioned 1
tistic ambitions. Even the smaller works convey the canvases, imperfect circles of gray and green jostle GALLERIES—CHELSEA
shifts in regional power: a delicate terra-cotta stat- against ields of primary colors, Adolph Gottlieb-
uette of a victorious athlete has the washboard abs style; red bleeds through beneath washes of black, Sharon Core
and strong thighs of the Greek original on which it evidence of trial and error. Several cartoonish The photographer, who kicked of her career with
pictures that painstakingly re-created Wayne Thie-
baud’s pastries, continues to pilfer from paint-
ings. In her new series, she took inspiration from
seventeenth-century Dutch scenes of forest loors,
for which she cultivated botanical specimens
in a greenhouse. For all their exquisite artiice,
Core’s new pictures revel in decay and wildness.
Snails slither across bright, wet leaves; pink low-
ers collapse in a pile of petals; a toad peers from
the shadows, camoulaged in the dirt. Through
May 7. (Richardson, 525 W. 22nd St. 646-230-9610.)
1
GALLERIES—DOWNTOWN
Jessi Reaves
“Meaning is use,” Ludwig Wittgenstein wrote.
This young American artist clearly agrees, as she
dissolves the distinction between sculpture and
furniture. (Imagine Matthew Barney and Mika
Rottenberg collaborating on a project for Design
Within Reach.) A plywood shelf is sheathed in a
vinyl wetsuit; rolls of yellowed upholstery foam
are bolted together into a makeshift couch. Isamu
Noguchi’s signature table, with its ovoid glass top
and curved wood base, is reimagined with two
doors of a Jeep Grand Cherokee, and to make the
surface level Reaves has shimmed one with glue
and sawdust. The coldness of modernism takes
on the warmth of bodies, and quotation becomes,
in Reaves’s formation, not just sincere but erotic.
Billy Sullivan’s spirited pastel portrait “Cookie” (2016) is on view at the Kaufmann Repetto gallery. Through June 5. (Donahue, 99 Bowery. 646-896-1368.)
Deutch), a performing-arts major, who beguiles Jake manager (Ronald Guttman), she makes a trium- have been plundered for the ilm. The irst king
and bestows a measure of calm. The inale, like that phant comeback. Mort intercuts the action with (Toby Jones) rears a giant lea and sees his daugh-
of Linklater’s “Dazed and Confused,” partakes of lashbacks to Simone’s childhood and her days of ter (Bebe Cave) carried away by an ogre, the sec-
an exhausted bliss.—A.L. (4/11/16) (In wide release.) glory, as well as to an earlier interview in which ond (John C. Reilly) battles a sea beast for the sake
Simone discusses her art and her life. Respect- of his childless wife (Salma Hayek), and the third
The Jungle Book fully factual in its over-all contours but sensa- (Vincent Cassel) is an inexhaustible satyr, tricked
The latest Disney movie is a loyal adaptation, tional and sentimental nonetheless, the movie by a pair of wizened sisters (Shirley Henderson and
and the loyalty is strictly in-house. The director, reduces Simone’s life to clichés about hope; it re- Hayley Carmichael). Garrone makes only a paltry
Jon Favreau, and his screenwriter, Justin Marks, places the creative drive with the commercial one, attempt to interlock the narratives, and the inal
honor Disney’s own animated version, from 1967, the artist with the celebrity. Saldana—misguidedly convocation is an awkward afair; yet the movie
rather than Kipling’s original texts. Live action re- wearing skin-darkening makeup—throws herself nonetheless holds irm, bound by its miraculous
places the inely drawn cartoon; given the tumult of into the role with admirable intensity but without mood. Wonders are everywhere (if you slice into
computer-generated images (the whole thing was the artist’s sense of musical possession; she dis- a tree, it will bleed water, like a spring), as is a ca-
ilmed in Los Angeles), viewers may struggle to es- plays the reckless force of Simone’s personality sual carnality. Luxury entwines with ilth. Fol-
tablish where the liveliness resides. Mowgli (Neel but not her originality.—R.B. (In limited release.) lowing Basile, Garrone grasps a basic rule of folk-
Sethi), at least, is a recognizable human, but the lore: nobody must linch at prodigious events, for
urge to root for him is tempered by the bumptious- One Day Pina Asked . . . they are part of the mortal deal.—A.L. (4/25/16)
ness of his tone; reassuring though it is to see him Starting from the modest premise of document- (In limited release.)
befriended by Bagheera (voiced by Ben Kingsley) ing several months of Pina Bausch’s performances
and Baloo (Bill Murray), you can’t help thinking and rehearsals in the summer of 1983, the director Viktoria
that a more natural fate for such a child would be Chantal Akerman realized one of the greatest of The Bulgarian director Maya Vitkova’s epoch-
to end up as breakfast for Shere Khan (Idris Elba). all syntheses of dance and cinema. She ilms the spanning family drama about Communism,
Other old hands include Kaa (Scarlett Johansson) performers with a poised camera; her incisive an- motherhood, and freedom ingeniously blends
and King Louie (Christopher Walken), both of gles and smooth pan shots emphasize the dances’ personal life and grand history, earnest passion
whom appear to have sufered a startling inlation visual counterpoint and overlapping rhythms. In and tragic absurdity in a mighty outpouring of
since 1967; the coils of the python are now as thick as Bausch’s stagings, as in Akerman’s dramas, or- imagination. The action starts in 1979, when a
a tree. The movie is scrupulous and richly detailed, dinary gestures are emphasized and formalized young librarian, Boryana (Irmena Chichikova),
yet peculiarly shorn of charm, and nobody seems to into dances, and Akerman ilms Bausch’s dancers refuses to have a child with her husband (Dimo
have decided how much of a musical it should be; as she ilms the actors in such movies as “Jeanne Dimov), a doctor, unless they emigrate to the
Murray sings “The Bare Necessities,” Walken only Dielman” and “Toute une Nuit.” Observing the United States. But when an attempted self-
half sings “I Wan’na Be Like You,” as if he were Rex dancers behind the scenes and in their dressing induced abortion fails, the baby, Viktoria, bears
Harrison in “My Fair Lady,” and Johansson’s de- rooms as they dress, smoke, apply makeup, and the mark: she’s born without a belly button.
lectable crooning of “Trust in Me” is consigned to sing, Akerman sees their preparations and medita- This odd distinction is given a political slant.
the inal credits.—A.L. (4/25/16) (In wide release.) tions as continuous with their public performances; Viktoria is publicly celebrated by the country’s
her interviews with members of the company are real-life dictator, Todor Zhivkov (played by
Louder Than Bombs echoed in their dancing. If Bausch’s choreography Georgi Spasov), who envisions a workforce of
The Norwegian director Joachim Trier makes his no longer existed, Akerman’s ilms could be ex- women freed from pregnancy. Nine years later,
English-language début. The story feels small yet cerpted to convey something of its essence—and the child, granted a chaufeur and a hot line to
tangled and torn, littered with scraps of what has Bausch herself, serenely avowing her poetic aspi- Zhivkov, is a Communist spoiled brat and the
already occurred. Gene Reed (Gabriel Byrne), who rations, becomes one of Akerman’s characters. Re- terror of her classmates. Meanwhile, Boryana
used to be an actor of some note, has lost his wife, leased in 1983. —R.B. (BAM Cinématek; April 28.) refuses to let her mother (Mariana Krumova),
Isabelle (Isabelle Huppert), a celebrated war pho- a lifelong Party member, see Viktoria. Then,
tographer, in a car crash. It may have been suicide, Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom the Iron Curtain falls and the balance of family
as Gene and his elder son, Jonah (Jesse Eisenberg), Pier Paolo Pasolini’s last ilm, from 1975, is also in power shifts. Vitkova’s spare, precise yet richly
are aware, but the younger son, Conrad (Devin a way the ultimate ilm: its representation of de- textured images sing with restrained emotion
Druid), still thinks that the death was accidental. pravity may be unsurpassable. Pasolini sets the and natural metaphors and catch the charac-
That does not soothe his sufering; we watch his Marquis de Sade’s “120 Days of Sodom” in 1944- ters in self-revealing gestures of an overwhelm-
imaginings of the smash, ilmed in slow motion 45, in a sumptuous villa in Mussolini’s Repub- ing intimacy. Women’s bodies are the center of
and poised between lashback and dream. Other lic of Salò, the Nazi puppet regime of northern the ilm, with milk, blood, and even intrauter-
pieces of plot—too many, perhaps—are added to Italy, where four potentates subject a phalanx of ine images joining political pageantry and pro-
the pile. Isabelle, we learn, had an afair with a col- young men and women to their limitless power test in a quietly ierce yet compassionate vi-
league (David Strathairn); Gene goes to bed with and pleasure. In the stately grand salon, with its sion.—R.B. (In limited release.)
his son’s English teacher (Amy Ryan); Jonah, a new paintings and piano, two grandes dames lyrically
father, sleeps with an old lame (Rachel Brosna- recite Sadean tales of obscene degradation to the 1
han). Such lings are far more desperate than ro- accompaniment of Chopin as the men oversee REVIVALS AND FESTIVALS
mantic, and the mood throughout is one of a wan- the rituals of the house—rape, torture, coproph-
dering distress; these people have been struck by agy, mutilation, and murder—which Pasolini de- Titles with a dagger are reviewed.
grief and somehow bent out of shape. If the drama picts clearly, unlinchingly, even lyrically. Paso-
holds together, it is largely because of Byrne and his lini suggests that the classical values of Western BAM Cinématek The ilms of Chantal Akerman.
regretful smile.—A.L. (4/18/16) (In limited release.) civilization and the ostensibly progressive mo- April 28 at 7: “One Day Pina Asked . . .” F • April 29
dernity that’s based on them are steeped in the at 7 and 9:30: “La Captive” (2000). Film Society of
Nina blood of innocents. This ilm is essential to have Lincoln Center “Queer Cinema Before Stonewall.”
Like the recent bio-pics about Miles Davis and seen but impossible to watch: a viewer may ind April 27 at 4:30 and April 29 at 9:15: “Love Meet-
Chet Baker, Cynthia Mort’s drama about Nina life itself deiled beyond redemption by the sim- ings” (1964, Pier Paolo Pasolini). • May 1 at 3:30:
Simone is centered on a troubled time when the ple fact that such things can be shown or even “Portrait of Jason” (1967, Shirley Clarke). French
artist withdrew from public performance and imagined. In Italian.—R.B. (Metrograph; April 29.) Institute Alliance Française “Creative Encounters.”
then made a return to the limelight with the help May 3 at 4 and 7:30: “The Beaches of Agnès.” F
of a new companion. In 1995, Simone (played by Tale of Tales IFC Center “Becoming Meryl Streep.” April 28 at
Zoe Saldana) pulls a gun on a Los Angeles rec- The Italian director Matteo Garrone is best known 7:30: “The Deer Hunter” (1978, Michael Cimino),
ord producer and ends up in a psychiatric ward. for “Gomorrah” (2008), a plunge into the crimi- introduced by Michael Schulman, of The New
Hours before returning to her home in France, nal clans of Naples. At irst glance, his new movie, Yorker, the author of “Her Again: Becoming Meryl
she recruits her hospital nurse, Clifton Hender- set in imaginary lands, deep in the myth-riddled Streep.” Metrograph “Fassbinder’s Top Ten.” April
son (David Oyelowo), as her travelling compan- past, seems like quite a swerve. But his source is 29-May 1 (call for showtimes): “Fassbinder: To Love
ion and then her manager. Bipolar, alcoholic, and also Neapolitan, Giambattista Basile, whose col- Without Demands” (2015, Christian Braad Thom-
prone to public outbursts, Simone can’t get book- lection of fairy stories—earthy, bracing, and un- sen). • April 29 at 1:15, 4:45, and 8: “Salò, or the 120
ings. But with funds dwindling she’s motivated sentimental—was printed in the sixteen-thirties. Days of Sodom.” F • Special screening. May 1
to shape up; helped by Clifton and her former Three of the fables, with monarchs at their heart, at 1: “Ashes and Embers” (1982, Haile Gerima).
Juan Atkins
For young laptop producers, making music without
software might be like typing with your eyes closed.
The visual interface provides a spotter that isn’t vital
yet simpliies the process drastically, which makes
the precision and emotion found in pre-P.C. releases
from the Godfather of Techno, Juan Atkins, and his
Detroit ilk all the more impressive. “Clear,” which
Atkins released with Richard Davis as Cybotron in
1982, is yanked forward by an uphill arpeggio that
reappeared in various records for the next three de-
cades—by deinition a sound of the future. His Korg
MS-10 experiments were soon dubbed “techno,” and
even then, Atkins stressed it as a progression not
of music but of technology: “stretching it, rather
than simply using it.” (Good Room, 98 Meserole Ave.,
Brooklyn. 718-349-2373. April 30.)
Juliana Huxtable
When asked what her biggest fear was, Huxtable re-
cently remarked: “Being consumed by a zeitgeist I
Uptown Anthems or two to figure out what it meant. If you dreamed of as a hopeful child and being spit out by
weren’t listening or weren’t really into it, cut of from the oxygen needed to sustain a child-
Naughty by Nature salute a quarter like corpus against the astringent efect of the dense
hip-hop, it wasn’t easy.”
century of call-and-response. breadth of interview questions that occur over and
Naughty by Nature followed up with over again.” In other words, she fears getting jaded,
Quilted bombers, horizontal years of hits that struck the same balance. and it’s a worry for anyone in her position. The
stripes, half-zip windbreakers, tucked Between the belt-along hooks on songs twenty-seven-year-old trans d.j., writer, and artist
stepped out in pockets of Manhattan’s subterrane for
T-shirts, long nails, white jeans—it’s a like “Hip Hop Hooray,” “Jamboree,” and readings of her jagged poetry and a stint walking for
trip to see how many trends immortal- “Feel Me Flow,” the writers indulged in DKNY, before performing at MOMA last Novem-
ized in old rap videos, like those of the their intricate thousand-piece syllabic ber. The club sets at her party series “Shock Value”
are enguling: a bevy of remixes and rarities spanning
group Naughty by Nature, are still out- puzzles: “Serve words with nerve, em- the Chemical Brothers and Beyoncé served over hard
fitting city stompers twenty-five years bedded, I said it / word, damn, you nerd, drums between precious breaks for air. (Trans-Pecos,
later. Chalk it up to wistful nostalgia if man, you heard.” Years later, Eminem 915 Wyckof Ave., Queens. thetranspecos.com. April 29.)
you must, but don’t underestimate the would cite Treach verses like these as James Chance and the Contortions
enduring appeal of a denim bucket hat foundational to his own career. During its brief existence, from 1977 to 1979, this
in any decade. The looks may still carry, Last year, Naughty by Nature an- No Wave group made a deep impression on New
York’s downtown music scene. Chance (né James
but things surely sound diferent; pop’s nounced a tour commemorating twenty- Siegfried), a frenetic alto saxophonist and singer
tolerance for naughty has grown, shak- five years in music; on April 29, they’ll who moved to New York from Milwaukee in 1975,
ing of the chummy naïveté that al- perform their fan favorites at Manhattan’s drew inspiration from jazz and funk inluences (es-
pecially James Brown) as well as the punk bands
lowed a song to shoehorn an infidelity Stage 48. Once youth-culture arbiters, from CBGB. Chance’s music, irst captured on Brian
jingle into daily family car rides and many rap acts have settled into more Eno’s landmark 1978 compilation, “No New York,” is
high-school dances across the country. mythicized careers: stories are mined for built around dissonant interlocking parts supporting
his aggressive, almost unhinged vocals. Back then,
In 1991, Anthony Criss, Vincent bio-pics, incumbents debate their prede- Chance’s stage theatrics sometimes mirrored the vio-
Brown, and Keir Gist, two rappers and cessors, and undersung heroes are lost to lence that coursed through his sound; at a 1978 show,
a d.j. from East Orange, New Jersey, time. It’s a boon to catch shows like these, for example, he famously sculed with the rock
critic Robert Christgau. Though he has mellowed
better known as Treach, Vin Rock, and which celebrate what has possibly become since then, recent performances of the re-formed
DJ Kay Gee, immortalized a three-letter privileged musical knowledge, akin to Contortions have remained iery. (Market Hotel,
acronym for cheaters worldwide. “O.P.P.” jazz’s cavernous artist legacies. Rappers 1140 Myrtle Ave., Brooklyn. markethotel.org. April 29.)
tucked a chorus about sleeping with the set trends, but also legitimize them. To Tori Kelly
spoken-for under a Jackson 5 sample, to this day, the genre’s hit-makers are tasked Kelly’s début album, “Unbreakable Smile,” is a
the tune of a few million copies sold and with capturing widespread sentiments in batch of capable pop shaped by the best minds in
the business. She’s managed by Scooter Braun, the
pop-culture infamy. “The record proba- local dialects: to get people everywhere thirty-two-year-old exec who launched his career
bly would have been banned if radio had to care about what kids are saying, wear- with Justin Bieber and just signed Kanye West,
ILLUSTRATION BY CUN SHI
known what we was talkin’ about,” Treach ing, and doing in a particular place and and her album was produced by the pop Svengali
Max Martin. But as an alum of television compe-
remembers, in an excerpt from the book time. Now that Naughty’s work has titions and YouTube covers, Kelly’s been banking
“Check the Technique, Volume 2” in eclipsed the slang and styles it once doc- on her voice coming before her personnel since the
Rolling Stone, explaining that he felt the umented, only the universalities remain onset of her career; it’s a formidable, malleable one,
rising tall above punchy drums and horns on the
need to spell out the song’s concept to to be enjoyed. Who’s down? chart mainstay “Nobody Love” and ofsetting Ed
broaden its appeal. “It took them a year —Matthew Trammell Sheeran’s earthy timbre on the duet “I Was Made
for Loving You.” Her New York shows have grown paper yet are smashing successes onstage; this Henderson. Here, McCaslin may be more bound
each year; a second night at the historic Beacon multigenerational trio brings together a New Or- to tradition, but his accustomed dexterity and
Theatre was added after the irst quickly sold out. leans neo-bebopper with a funky streak (Har- venturesome spirit are sure to seep through.
(Broadway at 74th St. 212-465-6500. April 28-29.) rison), a virtuosic percussionist who codiied (Jazz at Kitano, 66 Park Ave., at 38th St. 212-885-
Fusion drumming (Cobham), and a bass super- 7119. April 29-30.)
Bunny Wailer star who has yet to be confounded by any genre
This reggae pioneer and founding member of the leg- (Carter). Whether waxing lyrical or swinging fe- Trio 3
endary Wailers treats the city to a rare appearance, rociously, these three bring out the best in one The saxophonist Oliver Lake, the bassist Reg-
playing his irst local show in years. Wailer contrib- another. (Blue Note, 131 W. 3rd St. 212-475-8592. gie Workman, and the drummer Andrew Cy-
uted to his band’s groundbreaking 1973 album, “Catch April 27-May 1.) rille are patriarchs of avant-garde jazz, and are
a Fire,” before cutting his own rich hits through the ready and willing, even at retirement age, to
seventies and eighties. Wailer has since drawn ac- Donny McCaslin/Frank Kimbrough Quartet head irst into the musical breach. Their con-
claim and controversy as an outspoken guardian of Those expecting McCaslin to ofer more of the tinued commitment and ardent resolve, exhib-
what he sees as Jamaica’s cultural property: in one cathartic new jazz-saxophone efusions he con- ited in more than two decades as an interactive
instance, when Snoop Dogg briely feigned a con- tributed to David Bowie’s inal album may be trio with a brace of ine recordings, should be a
version to Rastafarianism while promoting a docu- in for a pleasant surprise when he unites with model for contemporary players. (Village Van-
mentary with Vice in 2012, Wailer appeared in sup- the historically informed pianist Kimbrough in guard, 178 Seventh Ave. S., at 11th St. 212-255-
port but then denounced the project when he learned a tribute to the late tenor saxophone giant Joe 4037. April 26-May 1.)
of its “commercialized” nature. (B.B. King Blues
Club & Grill, 237 W. 42nd St. 212-997-4144. May 1.)
Young Thug
On a recent segment on CNN, Lyor Cohen, a bull-
ish record executive, spoke to a wily recording art-
ist from Atlanta named Jefrey Williams, who lis-
ABOVE & BEYOND
tened and responded intently. “Your fans want to
hear from you,” Cohen prodded, advising the rap-
per known as Young Thug to promote his releases
more directly on social media. Williams pushed
back, arguing that obfuscation was his core promo-
tional tenet. “I don’t want everybody just to know,”
he said. It’s a riveting exchange between a veteran
suit with an unrivalled stat sheet, now heading up
a new label, 300 Entertainment, and an oddball au-
teur who has beguiled his way into Vogue spreads and
Kanye West album credits. Part of Young Thug’s
appeal is the relatable in his whimsy. His delivery
is tangled with Atlanta parlance, unwinding into IndieCade East Joe’s Pub
straight lines that are worth the work: “I’m living If the international festival of independent video The writer and comedian Catie Lazarus has hosted
life like a beginner, and this is only the beginning,” games known as IndieCade is the Sundance of the monthly talk show and podcast “Employee of
he raps on the crossover single “Lifestyle,” despite its ield, this East Coast ofshoot might be the the Month” since 2010, talking with guests like Jon
having recorded a career’s worth of albums and mix- Tribeca Film Festival. The independent gaming Stewart, Barney Frank, and Miss Piggy. Her un-
tapes at just twenty-three. (Playstation Theatre, 1515 industry has grown into a vital incubator of new orthodox interview style and background in psy-
Broadway. 212-930-1950. May 2.) ideas—and the technologies with which to im- chology help Lazarus get stories out of her sub-
plement them—particularly with the advent of jects which others cannot, including David Simon,
1 V.R. riling the ield. The three-day event, held the creator of “The Wire,” who this spring recalled
JAZZ AND STANDARDS at the Museum of the Moving Image, features a scene from his teen years. His father was being
arcade stations with unreleased games, as well held hostage in the 1977 Hanai Siege, and when
Ehud Asherie as talks and presentations that engage with the he received the news, Simon was terriied, but re-
“Shule Along,” Ehud Asherie’s new album, form critically and examine its changing place in lieved that it got him out of high-school detention:
touches upon tunes by Eubie Blake and Noble the world, from the use of video games in schools “I have to tell this now, because you brought this
Sissle which will be heard in the upcoming re- and libraries to a retrospective of titles set in New up!” To celebrate the six-year milestone, she invites
vival of the historic 1921 Broadway production of York City. (36-01 35th Ave., Queens. 718-777-6800. the musician Kyp Malone, of the band TV on the
the same name, but the skillful pianist isn’t riding April 29-May 1.) Radio; Julia Cameron, the author of “The Artist’s
anyone’s coattails. The project—actually recorded Way”; the MacArthur Fellow and award-winning
two years ago—reveals a passionate craftsman joy- 1 playwright Suzan Lori-Parks; and a bevy of musical
fully at ease with pre-swing idioms. (Mezzrow, 163 READINGS AND TALKS guests. (425 Lafayette St. 212-539-8778. April 28 at 7.)
W. 10th St. mezzrow.com. April 28.)
Dixon Place N.Y.U. Silver Center
Billy Hart The PEN American Center is devoted to ad- In his new book, “A History of Violence: Living
He’s decades older than his bandmates, but this il- vancing free expression in literature and the- and Dying in Central America,” Óscar Martínez
lustrious drummer—here celebrating his seventy- atre and providing legal and inancial sup- takes a close look at the gang violence that plagues
ifth birthday—has no trouble keeping the pianist port for writers internationally. As part of Honduras, Nicaragua, and El Salvador. Martínez is
Ethan Iverson, the tenor saxophonist Mark Turner, the PEN World Voices Festival, founded by an investigative reporter for the inluential online
and the bassist Ben Street on their toes, bring- Salman Rushdie and held since 2005, a group news outlet El Faro; his irst book, “The Beast,”
ing the same rhythmic acuity that he honed with, of acclaimed Mexican and Mexican-American consists of essays irst published on the news site,
among many others, Herbie Hancock, Pharoah authors and playwrights ofer “Mexico in Two providing early irsthand accounts of the harrow-
ILLUSTRATION BY PABLO AMARGO
Sanders, and Stan Getz. As vital a presence as Acts,” a lecture and panel discussion “designed ing life faced by Central American migrants. Their
Hart remains, this quartet is, in efect, a coöper- to expose hidden cultural and political real- stories are now woven into the political discourse
ative ensemble, and the tonal weave it achieves is ities.” The playwright Sabina Berman pre- of an election year: with news of truces possibly
a glory of twenty-irst-century jazz. (Jazz Stan- sents the irst act, in which speakers discuss quelling stubborn conlicts in El Salvador and ref-
dard, 116 E. 27th St. 212-576-2232. April 28-May 1.) the country’s socioeconomic and cultural ugee crises becoming national concerns, Martínez’s
state; in Act II, the Spanish-language authors work arrives at a vital juncture. He launches his lat-
Donald Harrison, Ron Carter, Jennifer Clement, Claudio Lomnitz, Pedro est book in conversation with Francisco Goldman
Billy Cobham Trio Ángel Palou, and Marcela Turati respond to the and the New Yorker staf writer Jon Lee Anderson,
It’s one of those combinations of instrumental ideas of Act I. (161A Chrystie St. 212-219-0736. moderated by Diana Taylor. (Hemmerdinger Hall,
personalities which don’t quite make sense on April 27 at 7:30.) 100 Washington Square E. versobooks.com. May 2 at 6.)
COMMENT
MONEY TROUBLE
earned—in ways that it considers political system is his issue. Last week,
“negative and personal.” he was asked on the “Today” show about
Last Thursday, at a rally in Read- Trump’s “Crooked Hillary” line, and he
ing, Pennsylvania, Sanders spoke called it “an ugly statement.” But, when
about how he relies on small donors, asked if he, in a roundabout way, hadn’t
rather than on “the billionaire class.” also called Clinton crooked, he smiled
“Secretary Clinton has chosen to raise and said, “In that case, the entire United
her money a diferent way,” he said, States government is crooked.” This
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016 19
disjunction is at the heart of the growing bitterness between rosive but necessary means to counterattack the Republi-
the two candidates. Sanders believes that money distorts a cans, at least until a better system is in place for all.
politician’s character; Clinton experiences this view as an at- Clinton could try to do the same. Instead, she mostly
tack on her particular character. She has responded by point- seems frustrated that Sanders has maintained his image as
ing out that President Obama collected tens of millions of an economy-class-flying ascetic, when his campaign has
dollars of super-PAC money. That money, in other words, may raised, albeit mostly from small donors, an extraordinary
be the currency of the corrupt but is not in itself corrupting. amount of money—forty-six million dollars in March, com-
At the debate in Brooklyn, when Sanders failed to ofer a pared with twenty-nine and a half million for Clinton—and
clear example of a decision she’d made in the Senate because has spent it profligately. As of last month, the campaigns
someone had handed her a check, she jumped in and said, had each raised about a hundred and eighty-five million dol-
“There is no example.” lars. Clinton, though, according to the Times, is also backed
But there are legitimate concerns about the role of money by seventy-six million dollars in super-pac money.
in politics that go well beyond quid-pro-quo bribery, such Trump had raised close to fifty million dollars, most of
as the efect that being in a closed conversational circle with it in loans from himself. He speaks at every opportunity
wealthy donors can have on a politician’s world view and about how he is self-funding his campaign (which is not
priorities. Sanders, though he might do so less derisively, entirely true; he’s had about twelve million in contribu-
has a right to raise them. Clinton’s mistake has been to treat tions) and about how easily politicians can be bought. He
discomfort with money in politics as discomfort with her. has said many times that he purchased Clinton’s attendance
Blind defensiveness on this point poses a risk not only to at his wedding with a donation to her family’s foundation.
the Clinton campaign but also to the Democrats’ future as (She has said that she thought the wedding would be “en-
the party championing campaign-finance reform. George tertaining.”) Listening to the tales Trump would spin in a
Clooney, asked on “Meet the Press” about a Victory for general election about “Crooked Hillary” won’t be fun. Clin-
Hillary benefit that he hosted last week in San Francisco, ton needs to find her voice on the question of campaign
at which the top seats went for three hundred and fifty- finance—to talk more about money, not less—because valid
three thousand dollars, agreed that the sum was “obscene.” doubts about the integrity of the system are fuelling Trump’s
On that, he said, Sanders “is absolutely right.” But Cloo- campaign, too. That won’t change if Bernie is gone.
ney straightforwardly defended the fund-raising as a cor- —Amy Davidson
DEPT. OF FIXERS ing with Fat Tony Salerno,” the boss of Gore recount in Miami-Dade County.
BAD OLD DAYS the Genovese crime family. Stone went Over the years, too, Stone shep-
on, “So Tony says, ‘Roy here says we’re herded Trump’s political ambitions
going with Ree-gun this time.’ That’s through several near-runs for the Pres-
how he said it—‘Ree-gun.’ Roy told idency. “In 1988, I arranged for him to
him yes, we’re with Reagan. Then I said speak to the Portsmouth, New Hamp-
to Roy that we needed to put together shire, Chamber of Commerce—that
a finance committee, and Roy said, ‘You was his first political trip,” Stone said.
oger Stone, the political provo- need Donald and Fred Trump.’ He said “There was lots of speculative public-
R cateur, visited the bar at the Four Fred, Donald’s father, had been big for ity. He liked the attention. He liked
Seasons Hotel on primary day last week Goldwater in ’64. I went to see Don- the buzz. He’s the greatest promoter
to reminisce about his long friendship ald, and he helped to get us oice space of all time.” In 2000, Trump came closer
with Donald Trump. It started in 1979, for the Reagan campaign, and that’s to a real bid. Because Ross Perot had
when Stone was a twenty-six-year-old when we became friends.” run in the previous two elections as the
aide in Ronald Reagan’s Presidential Stone is now sixty-two, and he’s al- candidate of the Reform Party, there
campaign. Michael Deaver, a more se- lowed his hair, which used to be a kind was a chance that Trump could have
nior campaign oicial, instructed Stone of yellow, to evolve into a shade more received federal funding on that party
to start fund-raising in New York. suitable for an éminence grise than for line. “He was looking at the prospect
“Mike gave me a recipe box full of index an enfant terrible. He has played roles of running on O.P.M.—other people’s
cards, supposedly Reagan’s contacts in in many of his generation’s political money,” Stone said. “He loved that.”
New York,” Stone said. “Half the peo- dirty-tricks scandals. He was just nine- But Trump backed away.
ple on the cards were dead. A lot of teen when he had a bit part in Water- Now that Trump is actually running
the others were show-business people, gate; he sent campaign contributions in for President, Stone has been largely
but there was one name I recognized— the name of the Young Socialist Alliance sidelined. (He currently has no oicial
Roy Cohn.” So Stone presented him- to the campaign of Pete McCloskey, campaign role.) Stone says that he speaks
self at the brownstone oice of Cohn, who was running against Richard Nixon to the candidate “now and then.” In any
the notorious lawyer and fixer. for the Republican nomination in 1972. event, he said, Trump has little use for
“I go into Roy’s oice,” Stone con- Almost three decades later, he helped political advisers. “He listens to no one,”
tinued, “and he’s sitting there in his silk choreograph the so-called Brooks Broth- Stone noted. “On his own, he concep-
bathrobe, and he’s finishing up a meet- ers riot, which shut down the Bush v. tualized a campaign model that rejects
20 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016
all the things you do in politics—no poll- Clinton and Donald Trump. She added, would the inaugural be like for Ber-
ing, no opposition research, no issue shop, “Some people feel Donald Trump will nie?” she said. “Barbecue?” She texted
no analytics, no targeting, no paid ad- bring the revolution immediately, if he with her son Miles, one of the children
vertising to speak of.” He went on, “He gets in.” Things would “explode.” she has with Tim Robbins, her former
had this vision of an all-communica- Last Tuesday, when New York’s Pres- partner. Miles Robbins is twenty-three;
tion-based strategy of rallies, debates, idential primary coincided with the New he had been campaigning for Sanders,
and as many interviews as he can smash York première of “The Meddler,” in and would be d.j.’ing at Lakshmi’s
into a day. The campaign exists to sup- which Sarandon stars, she left her Chel- event. “I wonder what he’s wearing,”
port the logistics of the tour.” Stone does sea apartment at dusk, wearing bright- Sarandon said. “I was supposed to help
maintain a small super PAC that he said him with his suit.”
will help corral delegates for Trump. Sarandon could stay at the Blossom
“How many of the delegates will want Ball only for as long as “The Meddler”
to play golf at a Trump resort?” Stone was running. She embraced Lena Dun-
said. “How many will want to have din- ham, who said that it was “sexy and
ner at Mar-a-Lago? How many will want awesome” that she had injured her
to go to a cocktail party at his apartment foot in outdoor pursuits, and not in
in Trump Tower, with its extraordinary the tub. Sarandon and Lakshmi both
view of Manhattan?” (Trump said he has made speeches. At nine-forty-five, while
no plans to court delegates in this way.) Dunham was speaking, the election was
There’s a wistfulness about Stone called for Clinton. Soon afterward,
these days. He judges politics on aes- Sarandon got back in the car.
thetic grounds as much as on issues. “On She had heard reports of voters being
‘The Apprentice,’ Trump was always turned away in Brooklyn. “It’s very frus-
perfectly dressed, perfectly lit, perfectly trating for people who worked so hard,
made up,” he said. “That helped him phone-banking,” she began, before get-
enormously in establishing a Presiden- ting distracted by red-carpet photos on
tial brand.” The same goes for Stone her phone. (Seeing one of herself, she
himself, who was wearing a double- Susan Sarandon put a hand to her hair.) She talked about
breasted nailhead suit made for him by Clinton, whom she had earlier described
a Mr. Cheo. “He trained on Savile Row red lipstick, a tuxedo, and a boot cast as a good Republican candidate. “I hold
with Anderson & Sheppard, who are protecting a foot that she had fractured women to a very high moral standard,”
the best suitmakers in the world,” Stone while hiking in Colombia. “I did not she said. “I was very disappointed when
said. He handles fewer campaigns than say I was voting for Trump,” she said in she voted for the war, so easily, espe-
he used to, and channels his aggression the elevator, recalling the national eye- cially as I was sufering so much, and
more into his books than toward polit- roll that her remarks prompted. “And I my family was sufering”—pilloried for
ical opponents. His latest volume in that did not say I wanted a revolution.” She their opposition to the war.
vein is called “The Clintons’ War on reached a waiting S.U.V. “But the sta- Back in Tribeca, she watched the
Women.” Stone instructed a waiter to tus quo is not working, so to sell peo- last minutes of the movie. When “Angel
bring him a “Ketel One Martini up, with ple a system based on shoring up the of the Morning” played over the teary
a couple of olives, very dry.” (His favor- status quo is not pragmatic.” She said climax, she rocked out a little, chin for-
ite Martini recipe came from Richard that, during that fuss, Sanders had called ward. After a Q. & A., there was a party
Nixon, who got it from Winston Chur- her to say, “You’re doing a great job, at a nearby club. Sarandon said that she
chill.) But Stone sent the drink back, hang in there, we’ve got your back.” couldn’t imagine becoming reconciled
saying, “I’ve lost my taste for it.” In Tribeca, Sarandon gave red-carpet to a Clinton candidacy. Her son tex-
—Jefrey Toobin interviews about playing a widow who ted, to say that nobody was dancing at
1 leaves too many voice mails for her the ball. “This is when I die,” she said.
PRIMARIES POSTCARD adult daughter. Once the film began, “I want to rescue my son. I should go
BIG NIGHT Sarandon returned to her car; she was and dance.” She typed, “I’m coming.”
expected at the Blossom Ball, a fund- In the car, she asked, “What’s going
raiser for the Endometriosis Founda- on with the cycle of the moon? This
tion of America, co-hosted by Padma night has been so weird. The Rangers
Lakshmi, at Chelsea Piers. On the West lost, Miles had a sad time, Bernie lost.
Side Highway, traic was barely mov- And I don’t know where my sisters
ing, perhaps in part thanks to Clinton’s went.” (She had spotted two of eight
few weeks ago, Susan Sarandon, event—a planned celebration—at a siblings at the première.)
A the actor and Bernie Sanders sup- midtown Sheraton. Polling places were At Chelsea Piers, the bar had closed,
porter, told Chris Hayes, on MSNBC, about to close. Sanders had already left and there was no music. It was past mid-
that she did not know how she would the state, but Sarandon was not accept- night; Sarandon, a cannabis enthusiast,
vote if given a choice between Hillary ing defeat. “I was fantasizing—what noted that the date was now 4/20. Robbins
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016 21
began to pack up his records, while fum- terpretations of Richard III, Shylock, occupation. “What Shakespeare man-
ing about voting irregularities, which he and Macbeth, had never considered ages to do is make Falstaf really
was more willing to interpret as the re- taking on Falstaf. “I had no idea why charming by exposing what a bullshit-
sult of party shenanigans than as incom- it should not have occurred to you, ac- ter he is,” Sher observed. “Somehow,
petence at the Department of Elections. tually,” Doran said to Sher over drinks that never happens with Trump. He is
“The same thing happened in Arizona,” at Henry’s End, a restaurant in Brook- so charmless.” Doran pointed out an-
he said. “As soon as Arizona started poll- lyn Heights, before adding, fondly, “Be- other dissimilarity between the two
ing well for him, suddenly there were cause you are a little Jewish boy from men: “Falstaf would never put himself
problems at the polls.” Cape Town.” up for election.”
“Yes,” his mother said. “Shit’s com- Thanks to McKellen’s prompt, The Henry plays have often been
ing down.” Sher—who was born in South Africa appropriated as conveyances for polit-
A crew was dismantling floral dis- in 1949, and immigrated to the United ical messages: when Laurence Olivier
plays, tossing apple-blossom branches Kingdom when he was nineteen—has directed and performed the lead role
into trash bags. A straggler asked Sa- spent the better part of the past two in a film version of “Henry V,” in
randon about her fractured foot. She years playing Falstaf in the R.S.C.’s 1944, British government oicials re-
said that, for a while after the accident, version of the Henriad: “Richard II,” quested that its patriotic themes be
she’d used a wheelchair. “Henry IV, Part 1,” “Henry IV, Part 2,” amplified. Adrian Noble, directing Ken-
“Who pushed you?” he asked. and “Henry V.” The “King and Coun- neth Branagh in the role in 1984, in the
“I fell!” she said, laughing. “Hiking try” cycle, as it is being billed, has made wake of the Falklands War, ofered a
down a mountain.” its way around the globe, from Strat- much darker interpretation of foreign
“No, who pushed your wheelchair?” ford to Beijing to Brooklyn, where the adventures. Doran said that he is dis-
Sarandon asked if she could take company is in residence until the be- inclined to overlay Shakespeare’s text
home some apple blossoms. Someone ginning of May. “I’ve been very suspi- with current afairs. “I tend not to be a
tied up a big bundle and put it in her cious of the universalizing dogma that director who is big on ‘concepts’ in a
arms. “I want to thank my team, and says Shakespeare is the greatest writer
all the people who made this possible,” ever. You can’t just assume that—how
Sarandon said. do you test it?” Doran asked. “But watch-
—Ian Parker ing Falstaf waddle onto the stage in
1 China, and for the audience to realize
THE FALSTAFF QUESTION there was this anarchic, subversive, bliss-
ELIZABETHAN TRUMP? fully funny, gargantuan creature called
John Falstaf, and the laughs started to
roll, I became quite emotional.” Sher,
who was known for considerable athlet-
icism in his early roles—his Richard III
was sinister and nimble on a pair of
crutches—wears a heavy fat suit for the
hen Gregory Doran, the artis- part. “They may have come because it’s
W tic director of the Royal Shake- starting to be fashionable to like Shake-
speare Company, first decided to di- speare in China,” Doran went on. “But
rect Shakespeare’s cycle of English- if you’re laughing it’s not because you
history plays, he met with Sir Ian Mc- think you ought to do it—it’s because Antony Sher
Kellen and asked him if he’d consider you are enjoying it.”
playing Falstaf—the fat, uproarious American audiences may be hardly Teutonic sense, with a capital ‘K,’ ” he
counsellor to the young Prince Hal. more familiar than Chinese ones with said. Nonetheless, he noted, the plays
McKellen demurred, telling Doran that the complicated dynastic politics of resonate with contemporary events
it was not the part for him, Doran re- England in the fourteenth and fifteenth without heavy-handed directorial or
called recently. “But then he said, ‘Why centuries. But the character of Falstaf, thespian intervention.
are you looking for Falstaf when you who is described by Samuel Johnson “We were performing a matinée of
live with him?’ ” as “a thief and a glutton, a coward, and ‘Henry V’ at the Barbican last Novem-
Doran is the longtime partner of a boaster; always ready to cheat the ber, the day after the attack on Paris,”
Antony Sher, one of Britain’s leading weak, and prey upon the poor; to ter- Doran recalled. “Some of the cast were
Shakespearean actors. They have been rify the timorous, and insult the de- saying, ‘This is going to be really dii-
together for twenty-nine years, and in fenceless,” has an unexpected relevance cult, doing a play which is, at best,
2005 they were among the first gay in the current election season. What tongue-in-cheek about the French,
couples to enter into a civil partner- might be called the Falstaf question— when the French have just endured this
ship when the legal right became avail- is this man a harmless bufoon, or a massacre.’ Of course, we went on with
able to them. They married last year. dangerous threat to the world order?— the show, and there is the moment at
Sher, who has delivered memorable in- has, perforce, become a national pre- the end of the Battle of Agincourt when
22 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016
the young king reads out the list of the
slaughtered French. It’s a long list. You
could hear a pin drop in the theatre. It
was like Shakespeare giving you the
words, somehow, to articulate a soli-
darity, a sense of brotherhood, a fra-
ternity.” Doran went on, “If you allow
the metaphor to be there, rather than
applying the metaphor for the audi-
ence, the audience can then apply that
metaphor however they want to.”
—Rebecca Mead
1
POSTSCRIPT
PRINCE
CANDICE: Believe me, Francis is just Candice’s sister holds her belly, because They kiss. Everybody in the airport
a regular Uber driver to me. I’ll be there! she is pregnant and has her life together. starts dancing, including Jack Black.
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016 31
five-cent fee on the most common plas-
OUR LOCAL CORRESPONDENTS tic and paper bags. Romer believes that
because of plastic bags’ wastefulness and
the damage they do to the environment
THE BAG BILL humans will eventually use a lot fewer
of them, and that New York’s accep-
Taking action on a ubiquitous ecological blight. tance of this change is only a matter of
time. For the city to have come so far
BY IAN FRAZIER and so quickly toward rejection of the
single-use disposable plastic bag, when
ten years ago nobody in government
was even talking about it, is partly be-
cause of her.
I first met Romer last fall, at an event
held by United for Action, a commu-
nity group, on the Upper West Side. An
assembly of about eighty folding chairs
in a church’s multipurpose room—tan
walls, brownish-gray venetian blinds—
filled up with the kind of locals you
might expect to see. A gray-haired cou-
ple arrived with plastic bags entwined
decoratively into their braids. Another
woman was all in black and orange, for
the approaching holiday. By the door,
women at a small table handed out flyers
in favor of recycling and a plan for zero
waste, and against climate change and
a liquefied-natural-gas port proposed
for Long Island Sound. Clipboards with
petitions circulated. A screening of the
anti-bag documentary “Bag It,” followed
by a speech by Romer, was the evening’s
occasion. “The only problem with a
screening like this is there’s not one sin-
gle person here who needs to see it,” a
bearded man in a gray-and-black pull-
over said.
A woman named Ling Tsou, a co-
founder of United for Action, welcomed
everybody and praised the turnout. Then
the movie played, sending almost plea-
ennie Romer moved from Califor- Jose, where a similar law led to an eighty- surable shudders of environmental hor-
J nia to New York about four years ago nine-per-cent reduction of plastic-bag ror down people’s spines. Afterward,
to save the city from plastic bags. A litter in the city’s storm drains, relied Tsou introduced Romer, who talked
practicing attorney, she is the country’s on her counsel. When Oakland moved about her experience working on ordi-
leading expert in plastic-bag law. Romer to pass an anti-bag ordinance, it was nances in California and explained the
is thirty-eight years old, stands six feet defeated by the legal action of the plas- diference between banning bags and
tall, wears dark skirts with dark tights, tics industry; from that setback, she charging a fee for them. The fee is pref-
and has copper-red hair, a pale com- learned how better to advise Los An- erable, in her experience, because it
SOURCE: STAN HONDA/AFP/GETTY (CITY)
plexion, and light-blue eyes. The bangs geles, which passed its own anti-bag or- makes shoppers think about whether
across her forehead sit as straight and dinance, in 2012. they really need the bag, and allows them
level as the scales of blindfolded Justice. No. 1 among Romer’s goals today is to buy it if they do (say, for cleaning up
She served her apprenticeship in San the passage of a bill called Intro 209A, after their pets). Fees are also easier to
Francisco, which in 2007 became the which has been awaiting a vote by the defend against legal challenges. Bans,
first city in America to place a ban on New York City Council since 2014. The on the other hand, tend to get more
plastic grocery and retail-store bags. San bill, in its current version, would put a support, she said, because voters seem
to enjoy banning things.
The world uses and throws away more than a trillion plastic bags a year. As she was winding up her talk, a
32 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016 ILLUSTRATION BY OLIVER MUNDAY
bustling arose by the door where the year, snagging bags and other debris out bags that get stuck in trees are called
women had been handing out flyers. of trees. “witches’ knickers.” Evidently, the col-
One of the women hurried over to After Tim moved to Massachusetts, orful image was not enough to excuse
Romer and showed her a piece of paper. Bill and I, both in commuter-range New them; in 2002, Ireland imposed a fee of
Romer did a double take. It was a flyer Jersey, kept up our city bag-snagging fifteen euro cents on each plastic bag
with the heading “Plastic Bags Are Re- but did it less frequently. We aged; the provided by retailers. Shortly afterward,
cyclable, Reusable, and Right for New bags seemed to become only more nu- the use of plastic bags in Ireland fell by
Yorkers.” Somehow, a stack of pro-plas- merous. A key moment of discourage- ninety-four per cent.
tic-bag flyers had appeared on the table ment for me was when we went to Los Every New Yorker discards an aver-
while the audience’s attention was else- Angeles to help with a cleanup of the age of about twenty single-use plastic
where. In letters so small you needed a L.A. River. As we were snagging bags bags a week, which adds up to about
magnifying glass to read them, the logo in palm trees with many spines on them, 9.37 billion bags a year. In a way, it’s sur-
of the American Progressive Bag Alli- a young man watching said, “Those bags prising that the city isn’t totally covered
ance suggested the flyers’ source. Plas- are like gum in dreadlocks.” In my bones in them, especially during the spring
tics-industry-supported groups like the I felt the painful aptness of the simile. winds after the trash pickup has been
A.P.B.A. hire P.R. firms, lobby legisla- It now strikes me as remarkable that, spotty over the winter. Looking for bags
tors, file lawsuits, and spend millions to wrestling with the enormous problem in trees at the end of February, I found
defeat anti-bag laws. In 2009, the Amer- of bag litter in trees, we did not con- them almost everywhere, as usual. When
ican Chemistry Council spent $1.5 mil- sider that it could be stopped at the I went to visit a friend who works at the
lion to defeat a bag-fee law in Seattle. source. In fact, the thought never crossed Times, I admired the Times Building,
Most of Romer’s anti-bag work is done my mind. I accepted plastic bags as an new since 2007, and its interior court-
at her own expense and pro bono. inevitable natural phenomenon, as if we yard open to the sky, where sedge grasses
Reading excerpts from the flyer out were farmers battling scourge-of-God on small hummocks surround four tall
loud, she refuted some of its claims. locusts on the Great Plains. Perhaps the birch trees. In a top branch, enclosed
Most plastic bags are not recycled, she privatizing spirit of the era had blinded on all four sides by the building’s walls,
said. Few recyclers want them, because me. Lone and unattached as the bags flapped a flaglike white plastic bag.
there’s very little market for them and we pursued, we were concerned indi-
they clog up the sorting machinery. Even
bags labelled “biodegradable” or “com-
viduals expressing ourselves. Maybe we
also ofered a symbol of anger and re- “I ’m from the East Bay area—Rich-
mond, California, near Berkeley,”
postable” really aren’t, except in a very sistance. But we were attacking one at Romer told me recently when we got
few places, like San Francisco, which a time, or three at a time, when a full together for cofee across the street from
have the sophisticated equipment needed assault at division strength was what the the midtown law firm where she has
to recycle compostable bags. The labels situation needed. her day job. “I grew up with sort of hip-
just make some people feel better about By some estimates, the world uses pie parents. Before I was born, they trav-
littering, she said. Meanwhile, Ling Tsou and throws away more than a trillion elled all over the country in a van. My
could not get over the idea that, appar- plastic bags a year. “Bag It,” the docu- mom worked as a waitress and an oph-
ently, someone from the other side had mentary, describes the plastic bag as the thalmologist’s assistant, and my dad was
sneaked into her event. “That they would No. 1 consumer item in the world. Im- a hotel manager. He had a stroke and
bother to pay attention to our little or- mense gyres of trash rotate slowly in became severely disabled when I was
ganization—I’m amazed,” she said. “And the North Atlantic, South Atlantic, ten. A big weekly event for our family
how did they even know that Jennie North Pacific, South Pacific, and Indian was when my mom would take my
Romer was speaking here?” Oceans. In 2014, plastic grocery bags brother and me to the recycling center
A representative of the A.P.B.A., were the seventh most common item in El Cerrito, right next to Richmond.
when told of this occurrence, said that collected during the Ocean Conservan- The center is a wonderful, spread-out
it would never do such an under- cy’s International Coastal Cleanup, be- place, with diferent areas for diferent
handed move. hind smaller debris such as cigarette kinds of recyclables, like books and elec-
butts, plastic straws, and bottle caps. The tronics, and always a crowd of retirees
eteran readers of this magazine bags’ proliferation has inspired whole hanging around and waiting to see if
V may recall that I have written about countries to ban them or impose fees something really good comes in. We
plastic bags before. My first piece on on them. In 2008, China banned plas- got all our magazines there—I loved
the subject appeared in 1993. At that tic bags thinner than .025 millimetres. sitting in the magazine bin. Spending
time, the bags had begun to vex me, The law resulted in a reduction of bag time at the recycling was a memorable
flapping in the city’s trees. In 1994, I re- use in China by forty billion bags a year: part of our social life. I went to Fair-
ported here that my friend Tim Mc- that’s 40,000,000,000 bags. Mexico mont Elementary School and to Berke-
Clelland and I had made a device with City has a bag ordinance. Certain plas- ley High, a giant public high school,
tines and a hook, attached to a long pole, tic bags are banned in Uganda and in and then to the University of Califor-
to snag the bags and remove them. Tim the city of Mumbai. When my friends nia at Santa Barbara. My degree was in
and his brother Bill and I then went all and I first started bag-snagging, an Irish zoology, environmental studies, and
around the city and beyond, year after woman told us that in Ireland plastic black studies. That’s also where I got
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016 33
interested in environmental legislation.” that it will cause people to switch to hurst and neighboring parts of Brook-
After U.C.S.B., Romer became the paper bags, thus leading to the cutting lyn, said that he was ashamed even to
manager of the record store where she down of more trees, thus harming the be talking about the subject of raising
had worked in high school, and she took environment. To keep people from the grocery costs of people like him who
law classes at night at Golden Gate Uni- switching to paper bags (as observation use thirty shopping bags a week and
versity. With her degree, earned in 2009, has shown they do), bill 209 puts a fee thus would pay three dollars more for
she found jobs at boutique firms spe- on paper bags, too, though they are eas- groceries. “I just want to be on the rec-
cializing in free speech and the envi- ier to recycle than plastic bags. ord—it’s outrageous,” Greenfield said.
ronment, but she wanted to do more Industry groups often call for an James Vacca, a councilman from the
with policy, an ambition originally in- environmental-impact statement, or Bronx, characterized the fee as a regres-
spired by a college trip to E.I.S., to delay or stop sive tax that would hit the poorest New
Barbados, where she saw anti-bag ordinances. An Yorkers hardest. The fee is not a tax, be-
plastic bags of all colors E.I.S. can cost a hundred cause the store owners would get to keep
disfiguring the beaches. and forty thousand dol- it, but Councilman Steven Matteo, of
During a volunteer stint lars or more, and many Staten Island, said that didn’t matter,
in the oice of the San smaller communities can’t because if it feels like a tax it is a tax.
Francisco Board of Super- aford it. On her Web site, “Bottom line is that our constituents
visors, she put in hundreds Romer has laid out the are being asked to give more out of their
of hours helping Cali- industry’s possible envi- pockets in a context when they should
fornia municipalities that ronmental objections so least expect to do so, when they are going
were trying to get rid of that communities can food shopping for their families,” Mat-
plastic bags. Her experience there set address and dispel them in the initial teo said. More opponents of the bill
her future course. “The issue of climate filings. Industry groups have also sued spoke up, the anti-bag side answered,
change seemed so enormous to me, not communities on various and miscella- recycling experts weighed in, disputants
something I could really afect,” she said. neous grounds, and the threat of law- talked over one another, and the ser-
“But I did think I could do something suits has kept some places from going geant at arms had to call for order.
about plastic bags in California.” forward with anti-bag ordinances. De- I went around the city myself a few
I told her that I had objected to the spite the many obstacles, more than weeks ago to see what people thought.
bags for aesthetic and spiritual reasons two hundred municipalities have passed At the Bensonhurst Market, near Green-
but didn’t know how else to answer peo- such ordinances, many of them with field’s district, the manager, Vinny Co-
ple who argued in favor of them. From Romer’s help. langeli, said that he’s been at the same
long practice, Romer has that conver- “I came to New York because if we location for twenty-three years and the
sation down. She reeled of the list: plas- can stop plastic bags here we’ll have an people who sponsor the bill have no
tic bags require nonrenewable fossil fuels efect nationwide, even more than the idea what they’re talking about. A re-
for their manufacture, disperse them- anti-bag laws in California did,” she cent compromise had reduced the fee
selves easily because of their lightness, said. “We passed an ordinance in L.A., from ten cents to five, but he argued
impede waterways, contribute to flood- the second-biggest city, and it was time that it made no diference. “This bill
ing, pollute oceans, entangle wildlife, to move on to the biggest.” has great intentions, but it puts the
kill sea turtles, degrade to small parti- She was speaking quietly now, al- burden on the people at the bottom,”
cles, contaminate water and soil, over- most in a monotone. “Honestly, though,” Colangeli said. “In your yuppie areas
whelm landfills, and cost huge amounts she went on, “I hoped we would be far- they’re for it, but I see people all the
of money to clean up and dispose of. ther along after three-plus years. What time who don’t have the five cents for the
Nor are giveaway plastic bags really the City Council decides on bill 209 deposit on a returnable bottle. If they
“free,” she noted, because consumers pay will depend a lot on Mayor de Blasio, don’t have a nickel for a bottle, how’re
for them in the price of their purchases. who has said he’s for the bill in princi- they gonna have it for a bag? They’ll
A problem Romer faces is that laws ple but has yet to give his full support. yell at my girls, and argue with me, and
in some states prohibit local govern- I stay optimistic and keep pushing, but hold up the line, and in the end I’ll let ’em
ments from banning or putting fees on sometimes I get tired.” go without charging and eat the fee.”
plastic bags. That is, some states have At the Associated Supermarket on
plastic-bag-ban bans. Such laws exist any people hate the idea of put- Fulton Street, in Bedford-Stuyvesant,
already in Florida and Arizona and are M ting a fee on plastic bags. At a bringing your own reusable bags would
pending in several other states. When public hearing held by the Committee involve an extra step, because all cus-
anti-anti-bag laws are in place, there’s on Sanitation and Solid Waste Man- tomers’ bags must be left up front. Luis
not much Romer can do, besides en- agement in November, 2014, to discuss Liz, the manager, said the fee would
couraging bag opponents to get the laws bill 209, the City Hall council chamber never work—“The customers ain’t gonna
repealed. In the world of plastic-bag law, was packed. Under debate was the then pay. It’ll never happen.” Other store
the two sides strategize and counter- current version of the bill, which called managers echoed this. Shoppers, though,
strategize. When a local ban on plastic for a fee of ten cents. David Greenfield, shrugged when I asked about the fee.
bags is proposed, the industry may argue the councilman representing Benson- Felix Marston, from the West Indies,
34 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016
who was coming out of a Key Food on be as many as fifteen or eighteen ‘no’s. ing out of a store in Beverly Hills soon
White Plains Road, in the Bronx, said, People feel strongly about the fee, but after L.A. County put a fee on plastic
“If they charge for bags, I’ll just bring my that’s also the reason it works. They bags. The star was carrying all his pur-
own.” In the parking lot of the Stop & don’t like to pay it, so they modify their chases, his broccoli and cornflakes and
Shop on 234th Street, a woman with behavior. Plastic bags have ended up all so on, loose in his arms; evidently, he
black-and-gold braids who was wear- over the place because they’re currently had not wanted to pay the fee, or to be
ing an M.T.A. jacket and would not objects of no value that are given away seen using a plastic bag.
give her name—“But thank you for ask- for free.” Donte Taylor, Barry Elmore, and
ing”—said, “Plastic bags are supposed Maria Rodriguez, of the N.Y.R.P., ex-
to be free. I will never pay for them. But, ne morning, I met Romer at plained what we were about to do. El-
if they do start to charge, then I will go O Eighty-fifth and Broadway, where more and Rodriguez wore chartreuse
with this here.” She pointed to the sin- she had come to talk to a group from vests that said “Bag Snaggers” on the
gle green reusable bag in her cart. the West 80s Neighborhood Associa- back. Donte Taylor, the team supervi-
Margaret Chin and Brad Lander are tion. Members of that group, led by Me- sor, said that Elmore, a fit-looking young
bill 209’s primary co-sponsors. Chin’s lissa Elstein, a yoga teacher and former man with cornrows and a beard that
district is in lower Manhattan, and attorney for the N.Y.P.D., had gathered slanted forward, was the N.Y.R.P.’s top
Lander represents a part of Brooklyn to learn how to take bags out of trees. tree-bag-removal person. Elmore said
that includes Park Slope, where he lives Skilled professional bag snaggers from the job is a physical workout, but you
not far from the spot where Tim and I the New York Restoration Project, or get a lot of satisfaction from making the
took the first bag from the first tree with N.Y.R.P., the environmental organiza- city look better. He said taking bags out
our new invention, twenty-three years tion founded by Bette Midler, were there of trees requires care, so you don’t get
ago. When I reached Lander on the to provide instruction. In the lobby of clocked on the head. Helmets and safety
phone in early April, he was inclined to Elstein’s building, we stood in a circle glasses would be provided.
optimism. “I’ve said we’ll pass this by and introduced ourselves—fifteen of us Melissa Elstein led us to our first
Earth Day, which is April 22nd, and in all. Romer said a few things about tree. “There’s a bad tree at the corner
I’m sixty-five per cent sure we will,” he bill 209, emphasizing that it is a fee, not of—wait, excuse me,” she said. “I mis-
said. “There are fifty-one councilper- a ban, and she told a story about a fa- spoke. There are no ‘bad trees,’ just trees
sons, so we need twenty-six votes, and mous TV star whom a friend saw com- with bad litter in them.” As we walked,
right now we’ve got twenty-one. A few
more will fall into place, I think. We’re
hoping to tie it all down soon.”
I asked about the opposition. “No-
body likes to pay for something that
used to be free,” Lander said. “It’s a nat-
ural part of the economic drive that mo-
tivates our species. Of course, the bags
aren’t actually free, because they’re in-
cluded in the store’s costs that it passes
along to the customers. And all the data
show that in cities that have imposed
the fee people quickly get used to it.
They bring reusable bags and you get
overwhelmingly good efects in terms
of reduction of bag litter. Washington,
D.C., has had a sixty-some-per-cent
decrease of bags in the Anacostia and
Potomac Rivers since it imposed a five-
cent fee.”
Reusable bags will be distributed gra-
tis throughout the city, he said. Com-
panies are eager to help sponsor the re-
usable bags if they can put their logos
on them. Outreach, education, and pub-
lic-service ads, including on ethnic
media, will help. “This will probably be
the most divided vote in recent City
Council history,” Lander said. “Even the
housing bill had only six or seven ‘no’ “Looks like another case of someone over forty
votes, and for this bill I think there may trying to understand Snapchat.”
bags afterward. I always tell people to
spend their time instead recycling items
that we know really will be recycled.”
The snagged bags went into the trash,
amid some grumbling.
Before Romer left to return to her
day job, she told me, “We’re still wait-
ing for some kind of statement from
the Mayor. This spring will be our best
chance to pass the bill. Earth Day is the
only time of year most people think
about the environment. If we don’t have
commitments by then, we’ll lose mo-
mentum, and with elections coming in
the fall we probably won’t get a chance.”
MADNESS
In Florida prisons, mentally ill inmates have been tortured, driven to suicide, and killed by guards.
BY EYAL PRESS
hortly after Harriet Krzykow- T.C.U. This was not unusual, Perez said, Around the same time, the metal doors
he called the “shower treatment.” He had that, therapeutically, writing it all down paid to why an inmate had exposed it,
even noted the dimensions of the stall, would be good for him,” she said. This rather than one of the prison’s mental-
surmising that an inmate locked inside advice was consistent with her general health or medical professionals. The duty
it would likely have just enough room to approach, which was to try to make small to protect patients from harm is a core
avoid getting sprayed directly by the scald- diferences in the lives of the people under principle of medical ethics. According
ing water but not enough to prevent it her care while ignoring problems that to the National Commission on Correc-
from lapping at his feet. The stall had lit- she lacked the power to solve. Krzykow- tional Health Care, an ofshoot of the
tle ventilation, so steam built up. After ski was the only mental-health profes- American Medical Association which
42 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016
issues standards of care for prisons, any our society end up, and as a profession house—you’re just visiting.” Richardson
mental-health professional who is aware we constantly lament this. Yet our pro- started having nightmares, and ques-
of abuse is obligated “to report this ac- fessional organizations are not very en- tioned what kind of person she was. “It
tivity to the appropriate authorities.” gaged in asking how we should care for makes you feel like you’re letting them
In a recent survey by the Bureau of patients in those settings.” The lack of down,” she told me, tears filling her eyes.
Correctional Health Services, in New engagement, he says, likely reflects the “They are at risk for their very life, and
York City, more than a third of mental- fact that the vast majority of élite psy- you know it, but you’re not helping them
health personnel working in prisons ad- chologists have no experience in prisons, out.” (Disturbed by her experience at
mitted to feeling “that their ethics were and consider such work beneath them. Dade, Richardson quit after less than a
regularly compromised in their work set- year on the job.)
ting.” There was a pervasive fear that “se- y the time the Herald article on The co-worker who advised Rich-
curity staf might retaliate if health staf B Darren Rainey’s death appeared, ardson also spoke to me, though she did
reported patient abuse.” Violence toward Krzykowski was no longer working at not want her name to be published. She
inmates flourished at the city’s main Dade. She had quit in 2013, and she and understood Richardson’s feelings of guilt,
prison, Rikers Island, and it was often Steven had moved back to Missouri to because she was the mental-health coun-
ignored by the dozens of counsellors and be closer to his mother, who had health sellor who had witnessed the stomping
psychologists on staf. One counsellor problems. When I met Krzykowski, in incident. After seeing that, she recalls,
who did not ignore it was Randi Caw- March, 2015, she told me that she had “I wanted to cry—I wanted to scream.”
ley. In December, 2012, she reported hav- tried to forget about her experiences at Yet, when she was instructed to fill out
ing seen guards beat an adolescent in- the prison. But after learning about the a report, she wrote that she hadn’t seen
mate who was handcufed to a gurney. Herald story Krzykowski became de- anything.
But other witnesses refused to confirm pressed. She couldn’t eat, and she lost so In September, 2013, a forty-year-old
her account, and Cawley began receiv- much hair that she shaved the rest of. inmate in the T.C.U. named Richard
ing threats: dead flowers placed on her At our meeting, she was wearing jeans, Mair hanged himself. A note was found
computer, ominous phone calls. She felt a simple blouse, and a black wig. She re- tucked into the waistband of his boxer
so unsafe inside Rikers that she quit. called, “There was one particular night shorts. It was written in a fury—Mair
In May, 2015, Jamie Fellner, a senior I couldn’t sleep because I was crying too called it his “fuck the world” note—
adviser at Human Rights Watch, released hard, thinking, Oh, my God, all this time and it contained racist comments about
a report documenting the use of force in has gone by and I didn’t say anything, black prisoners. But it was dominated by
U.S. prisons against inmates with men- even when I was out of the situation. I accusations of mistreatment in the T.C.U.,
tal disabilities. The report, titled “Cal- let it continue. These guys are still sufer- which, he said, was “supposed to be ther-
lous and Cruel,” ofers a grim account ing. They’re still there. Why didn’t I do apeutic.” Mair wrote that guards pun-
of tools that are routinely used to inca- more?” ished inmates by putting them on a “star-
pacitate and punish the estimated three In April, 2015, I had lunch in Miami vation diet,” and that a crew on the night
hundred and sixty thousand prisoners with another former employee in the shift pulled inmates out of their cells, ar-
with serious mental illnesses: full-body Dade T.C.U., a behavioral-health tech- ranged for them to fight, and placed “bets
restraints, chemical sprays, stun guns, ex- nician named Lovita Richardson. She on winners.” One guard, whom Mair
tended solitary confinement. “Mental- told me that, when she started the job, named, had ordered him to “strip out”
health staf in prisons all too often ac- she “couldn’t wait to get to work.” But and then, promising cigarettes in return,
quiesce,” Fellner told me. “There is this one morning, at around ten-thirty, she commanded, “Stick a finger in your hole.”
culture of ‘It’s none of our business’ . . . walked out of the nurse’s station and saw, Mair refused. “He knew I’d gotten raped,”
which means that nobody ends up ad- through a glass wall, a group of guards he wrote, and went on, “I’m supposed to
vocating for the patient.” pummelling an inmate who was hand- be getting help for my depression, sui-
Kenneth Appelbaum, a psychiatrist cufed. They took turns administering cidal tendencies, and I was sexually as-
who spent nearly a decade as the mental- the blows while one of them stood watch. saulted.” Mair said that he filed “griev-
health director of the Massachusetts The inmate was a tiny man, “maybe a ance #AW13-08-126,” but a security
Department of Corrections, agrees that hundred and ten pounds soaking wet,” lieutenant intercepted it. The lieutenant,
deference to guards is common. He also Richardson said. She stood there, in Mair wrote, “slammed me against the
faults professional organizations such as stunned silence, until the lookout guard wall, kicked me in the groin . . . and told
the American Psychiatric Association spotted her. me to keep my mouth shut or else.”
for paying little attention to the ethical She wanted to report what she’d seen, The co-worker who advised Richard-
challenges facing their members who but a co-worker warned her that she son found out about Mair’s suicide note,
work in prisons. At the A.P.A.’s annual would be imperilling herself. In the days and felt that his charges should be in-
meetings, Appelbaum says, “barely one that followed, the guards involved in vestigated. But she feared that her life
per cent of the sessions have anything the beating dropped by Richardson’s would be in danger if she pursued the
to do with care and treatment in a cor- oice to tell her that they had “taken matter, and she was sure that she would
rectional setting.” He adds, “Prisons are care” of everything. Their tone was po- receive no support from her supervisor,
where so many of the sickest people with lite, but the message was clear, she said: Cristina Perez.
the most serious psychiatric disorders in “We’re running this place, this is our Reached by phone, Perez declined to
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comment, telling me that I could direct
any questions to Wexford Health Sources,
the private contractor that now provides THE CITY
mental-health services at Dade. In 2013,
Florida privatized all the health services Summer solstice (first scene). A girl with a knife cuts a pear
in its prisons. According to a series of in half. Think “Venus Rising from the Sea” goes city
investigative articles by Pat Beall, of the and smoke. At the bar, a man dreams a glass of champagne
Palm Beach Post, this policy change has like an unbalanced thought. Think “Streetcar” goes “Gatsby,” the
resulted in grossly substandard care. One scene
diiculty with entrusting mental-health with the boat. She lights a cigarette as if it’s made of thin glass,
services to a for-profit company is that he’s telling a story as if it’s a city uncut. Cut.
there is a disincentive to acknowledge
abuse, because doing so could jeopardize A nightmare. The girl shouts in a black-and-white dream. Cut.
the contract. Wexford’s Web site de- There’s a gallery. Think MoMA but rough. She looks at a pear
scribes “integrity and ethics” as the “foun- made of bronze, in a nest of cast iron and glass.
dation” of the company’s culture. Wex- The gallery turns into a field of white roses, a white city,
ford, too, declined to comment. is it still June? Think Fellini’s dancing scene
Not long ago, I met with Mallinck- in “8½.” One hand’s filling a glass with champagne
rodt. He is six feet three, with a lanky,
athletic build. Though he didn’t fear for the other ofering the glass. Champagne?
his physical safety during the three years The girl dances and dances. Think Matisse, “The Cut-Outs.” Cut.
he worked at Dade, he nearly had a ner- Close-ups: Scissors. A dancer. Another dream scene.
vous breakdown. When he was fired, he Think “Last Year at Marienbad,” the moon like a pear—
almost found it a relief. He, too, was the shape of a question. The actors arrive at an improvised city,
plagued by awful memories, among them think musical setting, the sky made of turquoise-stained glass.
an exchange that he had with an inmate
who kept flinging his food tray at the London. A waitress with eyes like stained glass.
window of his cell, as though it were a Think Soho stilettos, fake mascara, cheap champagne.
Frisbee. After failing to persuade him to The phone rings with a “Moon River” cover. Think New York City
stop, Mallinckrodt concluded that the at the end of the line. Can you hear me? We’ve met at the—. Cut
inmate was in the throes of a psychotic
episode. He also noted, with surprise,
that there were no food stains on the She wrote it in feverish outbursts, she him no sympathy from one of the guards,
window. Only later, when he heard about said, sometimes jotting down details on who called him a “loser” and once tipped
inmates receiving empty meal trays as a her arm when she didn’t have paper or a him out of his wheelchair. Krzykowski
form of punishment, did he realize that laptop nearby. She called the manuscript, said of the inmate, “This is a real per-
the prisoner was outraged because the which wasn’t finished, a “trauma narra- son, with a real life.”
guards were starving him. “I was seeing tive.” (She’d been seeing a therapist.) In Sometime later, I met Harold Hemp-
inmate abuse, but I was labelling it as it, she recalls seeing a guard repeatedly stead, Krzykowski’s former patient, at the
‘Oh, he’s psychologically compromised,’ ” taunting an inmate by calling him Tam- Columbia Correctional Institution, in
Mallinckrodt told me. In 2015, Mallinck- pon, until the inmate flew into a rage. Lake City, Florida. He had been trans-
rodt self-published a memoir, “Getting When Krzykowski asked the guard about ferred there in 2014, after his sister, Windy,
Away with Murder.” In one passage, a the insult, he said, “He got his ass raped, convinced oicials at Dade that his life
prisoner tells Mallinckrodt about an in- and now he needs a tampon to stop the would be in danger if he remained there.
mate who, after receiving an empty food bleeding.” Krzykowski later spoke with We spoke for an hour in a featureless
tray, stuck his arm through the flap on a nurse, who confirmed that the inmate gray room while a sergeant stood watch.
his cell door, demanding something to had been sexually assaulted. Hempstead said that after Rainey’s mur-
eat. A guard grabbed the inmate’s arm; At our second meeting, Krzykowski der several mental-health counsellors
then another oicer came over and kicked showed me excerpts from a diary that urged him to stop “obsessing” over the
the door flap, smashing the arm again a T.C.U. inmate had shared with her— crime. One told him that he was being
and again. Mallinckrodt talks to the vic- scraps of paper that were covered in a “delusional”; another cautioned him to
tim, who shows him his bruises, and re- looping, childlike script. The inmate keep any accusations “vague.” Hempstead
ports the incident. Nothing is done. was a convicted drug dealer with a range acknowledged the pressure that mental-
of physical and mental disabilities. At health counsellors in the T.C.U. were
arriet Krzykowski also had the one point, he had been hospitalized after under. “Their hands were tied,” he said.
H impulse to document her worst ex- he had tried to swallow pieces of his But too many of them had internalized
periences at Dade. Halfway through our wheelchair. He was a victim of child- the view that the inmates in the unit de-
first conversation, she handed me a man- hood abuse, and his wife and two daugh- served rough treatment. If more coun-
uscript of fifty-two single-spaced pages. ters had died in a car accident. This won sellors had been willing to stand up for
44 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016
Carolina, she told me that she had not
seen her son in several years, because prison
to a mirror. Think Manet’s “A Bar at the Folies-Bergère.” Cerulean oicials had denied him visitation rights,
pear claiming that he was dangerously unsta-
made of a girl and a corset too tight. But next, it’s the girl with the ble. She said that she had last talked to
scene- him in 2012, on the phone, shortly after
he was transferred out of Dade. It was a
stealing smile. Ready? It’s “The Perfect Summer” deleted scene: brief conversation, and he appeared to
a lake, pink lemonade, a girl’s wearing soft tan. Think “The Glass have been overmedicated: he spoke with
Menagerie,” anything but. Sunglasses like a Venetian mask, a spiral a slur and could not pronounce simple
pear- words. He told her that his weight had
and-amaretto tart, she drinks too much champagne dropped from a hundred and seventy-
then hides and throws up. Think “Manhattan,” the outtakes. Cut. eight pounds to a hundred and five. Al-
Rome. A girl opens an envelope with the tip of a knife. Think “La though she was alarmed by this news,
Città she did not suspect that he had been
abused, only that “something was being
e la Casa,” pages revealing city by city as if every city hidden” from her. (The Department of
is cut into rivers and sliced into streets down to the seeds of each Corrections says that she initially “asked
scene. about visitation,” but hadn’t actually at-
The phone rings. Don’t hang up. She hangs up. Cut. tempted to schedule a visit. When she
Later, she watches how sand travels like rain inside hourglass did make a request, according to de-
bulbs as if it’s a low-budget film. Sound efects: rain, champagne partment records, she was informed that
flute drops from a hand. Somewhere a girl wears a ring like a pear her son was “not approved for visits at
that time.”)
on a knife, like the deepest of cuts. Somewhere a city I told Debra Geiger that, according
is closed and is endless, is the shape of an 8, a pear mise-en-scène to several sources, her son had been forced
where a glass stem is held like a spine and a promise. Champagne? multiple times into the same shower
where Rainey had died. He was also
—Stav Poleg among the inmates who had been de-
nied meals. “I’m heartbroken,” she said,
her voice cracking. When we spoke again,
a few days later, she told me that she had
the prisoners, he said, “the majority of the media. It concluded that the guards called the Lake Correctional Institute
that stuf wouldn’t have happened.” at Dade had “no intent” to harm Rainey, and learned that her son was being given
Hempstead told me that he had a and that his death was “accidental.” This two psychiatric medications, to which
confession to make. A few weeks before was technically correct—the aim of the he was allergic. Later, she sent the facil-
Rainey died, he had informed a guard “shower treatment” was to punish and ity a note from her son’s former psychi-
that there appeared to be dried excre- torture Rainey, not to murder him. But atrist, Dr. James Larson, confirming the
ment on a Koran that Rainey owned. the report implicitly absolved the guards, allergies. She received a two-line response,
The guard seized the Koran and, over at least legally. No criminal investigation saying that the information would be
Rainey’s protests, threw it away. Rainey was recommended. Howard Simon, the forwarded to the medical staf. She has
later confronted Hempstead and called no idea if the treatment has been dis-
him an “eing cracker.” Hempstead said continued. “It’s hard for me to digest all
that he regretted talking to the guard, of this,” she told me. She compares the
because losing the Koran had caused treatment of mentally ill inmates to the
Rainey to have a breakdown that made detention of suspected terrorists at
him a target of prison staf. Guantánamo.
The only therapist who had helped In late February, Geiger was finally
him with such feelings was Krzykowski, permitted to visit her son. She described
whom he afectionately called Ms. K. executive director of the Florida A.C.L.U., him to me as being “at death’s door,” a
“She would actually listen,” he said. “She criticized the report, telling the Herald gaunt figure with sunken eyes who mis-
attempted to enroll me in some classes that it underscored the need for a fed- took her for his wife and growled at the
dealing with trauma.” He paused. “I re- eral investigation. guards when they called his name. His
ally didn’t like to see her go.” At least eight other inmates in the arms were skeletal—“no wider than my
Earlier this year, the Miami-Dade T.C.U. endured abuse in a scalding shower. wrists,” she said—and there were deep-
medical examiner delivered a copy of Among them was Daniel Geiger, who is red marks on his neck. When she asked
Rainey’s autopsy report to state prose- now at the Lake Correctional Institute, him what had happened at Dade, he
cutors. The report has not been made near Clermont, Florida. When I spoke peered up at the ceiling, pressed his face
public, but its contents were leaked to with his mother, Debra, who lives in North against the glass partition separating
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016 45
them, and said, “I don’t want to talk about prison campus, we arrived at a cream-col- more stable, a staf meeting was ending,
it.” She said that when her son was tak- ored building with a sign saying “tran- and Morris introduced me to Cristina
ing the right combination of medica- sitional Care Unit.” The path wasn’t Perez. “She does a very good job,” he
tions he was relatively stable—a point shaded and, although it was early, the said. Dressed casually in sneakers and
that she impressed on the warden be- heat was stifling. Much to my relief, the sweatpants, Perez extended her hand.
fore leaving. “I told him that I kept him air-conditioning inside the T.C.U. was “Nice to meet you. Oh . . . ,” she stam-
more or less normal for thirty-three years, functioning well. (Krzykowski told me mered, evidently recalling that we had
and you all have destroyed him in seven,” that when she worked there it was often spoken on the phone. She smiled uneas-
she said. broken.) The walls were a dull gray, but ily and walked away.
the place looked clean: an orderly in faded Afterward, in an oice, I asked Mor-
n September, 2014, Disability Rights scrubs was sweeping the cement floor. ris if the desire to appease security might
I Florida, an advocacy organization, filed We walked down a nurses’ hall and afect how well mental-health counsel-
a lawsuit charging the Florida Depart- stopped at the entrance to the west wing, lors did their jobs. “Dr. Perez, I’m sure,
ment of Corrections with subjecting men- a cavernous chamber lined with single- tells her staf to report things to her,” he
tally ill inmates at Dade to “abuse and person cells, each of which had a small said. “And I’m very confident that if she
discrimination on a systematic and reg- rectangular window. found out something she would report
ular basis.” According to the terms of a Morris told me that the inmates were it to us.” I said that I had heard other-
settlement reached last year, the Depart- out in the rec yard. He pointed to sev- wise. Morris rolled his eyes, telling me
ment of Corrections agreed to make sev- eral TV sets that had been installed re- that he assumed my understanding came
eral changes, including the installation cently. On one wall, an inmate had from a “disgruntled” ex-employee—
of a new camera system at Dade, better painted a mural—a cheerful ocean scene. meaning George Mallinckrodt. I said
training of guards, and the hiring of an “When I first got here, the mentality that other former employees had the
assistant warden of mental health. was ‘This is confinement,’ ” Morris told same misgivings. “Obviously, that was
One morning this past September, I me. “I had to change that.” The Depart- way before my time,” he said.
drove to Dade to meet the new assistant ment of Corrections now has an “open Morris came across as well-intentioned,
warden, Glenn Morris. The prison is on cell” policy at Dade, which is supposed but his assurance that inmates were get-
the outskirts of the Everglades, on a two- to allow lower-risk inmates to move ting their “basic needs” met was disputed
lane road flanked by fields and by signs around more freely. by a source who spoke to me confiden-
advertising alligator farms and airboat Earlier, Morris had introduced me to tially. Prisoners, I was told, still came to
rides. Morris met me at the prison’s pub- the unit’s major, a large man with a broad the inpatient unit of the T.C.U. and lan-
lic entrance. We passed through a metal smile, and to several corrections oicers. guished after being placed in what
detector and beyond a heavy steel door All of them were recent hires. When we amounted to solitary confinement. Many
that opened onto a cement path. After crossed to the east side of the T.C.U., prisoners received no treatment at all. In
walking a quarter of a mile across the which houses inmates who are deemed one case that was described to me, a young
inmate alicted with paranoia had been
degenerating for more than a year.Though
he was not disruptive, he had spent pro-
longed periods in lockdown, because he
had stopped taking his medication. No-
body had encouraged him to try difer-
ent medication; nobody had tried to en-
gage him in activities that might have
lessened his feelings of distrust. As a re-
sult, the source said, the patient was “un-
dergoing a quiet decompensation where
he just gets sicker and sicker.”
The mental-health staf continued to
defer to security, acquiescing when in-
mates were disciplined for misconduct
that was clearly related to their illnesses.
An inmate with diagnosed impulse-
control problems had his privileges taken
away after an outburst. Mental-health
oicials checked a box indicating that the
inmate’s issues had played no role.
Bob Greifinger, a professor at the
John Jay College of Criminal Justice who
studies mental-health conditions in pris-
ons, told me that routine neglect is no
less pernicious than flagrant abuse. “Most
of the coercion that happens goes rela-
tively unrecognized,” he said. “There are
very few people who can step back and
say, ‘Hey, wait a minute—the guards are
trying to interfere with my taking care
of my patients.’ ” One observer who sat
in on a recent staf meeting at Dade said
that the counsellors and the psychiatrists
seemed “oblivious” of the mental-health
needs of the inmates.
The observatory atop 30 Rockefeller Center, which opened in 1933, originally ofered deck chairs for sunbathers and café tables
48 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016
for lunchtime workers. In 2005, it reopened as Top of the Rock, its perimeter now secured by tall panels of laminated glass.
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016 49
n 1905, the novelist Edgar Saltus pire State Building opened, on the eighty- a block east and west, were compared to
A CRITIC AT LARGE
BY DAVID DENBY
n “Baby Face” (1933), one of the most “Baby Face,” which appears in the re- men who hurl themselves at her and
I pungent movies ever made in Hol- stored version of the film. But, in 1933, discards others. Dietrich’s beauty was
lywood, Barbara Stanwyck plays Lily, after censors banned the movie in sev- masked in careless insolence. “Moral-
a young woman raised in a speakeasy eral big cities, Warner Bros., which ity,” in any ordinary sense of the word,
next to a Pennsylvania steel mill. Her produced it, did some quick reshoot- didn’t apply to her.
father pimps her out to workers and ing and forced a punitive ending on These movies, with their sardonic
local pols, but she fights of the men Lily, in which she loses everything. At bluntness and their suggestive dialogue,
who want her—though not, we are the same time, the studio left the mov- were made in pre-Code Hollywood,
given to understand, all of them. The ie’s general aura of corruption—sex for the brief, giddy period that lasted from
point is that she chooses. The perfor- favors and much else—intact. The pic- 1930 to 1934. The phrase is actually a
mance is classic early Stanwyck: the ture hovers between a celebration of a misnomer: there were local censors, in
slouching walk, the acetylene voice, the woman’s will and a dirty joke. Are the states and cities, almost from the be-
eyes that lock onto a man in contempt attitudes in “Baby Face” realistic or ginning of the movies, and a set of
and then soften at will into mock-desire. merely cynical? Perhaps they’re both. moral standards, promoted by film ex-
Lily is a near-slattern looking to find According to the film historian ecutives, had existed since 1922. In the
her pride. In town, a German cobbler, Thomas Doherty, in his excellent “Pre- early thirties, however, conventional
who reads Nietzsche in his spare time, Code Hollywood” (1999), the rushed notions of female virtue were brushed
scolds her for lacking the “will to changes to a finished film helped per- aside by box-oice hunger. What, be-
power.” He tells her, “You have power suade Hollywood that it might have sides greed, explains the flagrancies of
over men. . . . Use men to get the things to think seriously about censorship. In the period? Sound had arrived in 1927,
you want.” the early nineteen-thirties, “Baby Face” and, after a couple of awkward years,
So Lily goes to New York, gets a was hardly the only picture to create a the film image, at first pinioned by the
job at a large midtown bank, and im- scandal. There were other films de- microphone, broke gloriously free. Sud-
mediately begins sleeping her way to voted to “bad girls,” such as “Red- denly, audiences were engulfed by au-
the top. (Literally: in between short Headed Woman,” in which Jean Har- dible moving pictures, enchanted by a
which emerges from a dispiriting story of Yeats, and Neruda. He is certainly the into a skittish adult. Thereafter, the book
a man. It’s hard to think of a more vivid quintessential American poet of the switches back and forth between Ste-
illustration of T. S. Eliot’s principle of twentieth century, a doubting idealist vens’s seraphic art and his plodding life.
the separation between “the man who who invested slight subjects (the weather, But they merge as sides of a coin: phil-
sufers and the mind which creates.” For often) with oracular gravitas, and grand osophical, in his continual grappling
most of his life, Stevens was an elabo- ones (death, frequently) with capering with implications of the death of God—a
rately defended introvert in a three-piece humor. loss that he tried to remedy by making
suit, working as a Hartford insurance Stevens’s first book, the ravishing poetry stand in for religion—and psy-
executive. He came slowly to a mastery “Harmonium,” which contains “Sunday chological, in his constant compulsion
of language, form, and style that revealed Morning,” “The Snow Man,” “Thirteen to cheer himself up.
a mind like a solar system, with abstract Ways of Looking at a Blackbird,” “An- The key sentence in the biography,
ideas orbiting a radiant lyricism. Mar- ecdote of the Jar,” “The Emperor of Ice- for me, tells that Stevens, who was prone
to being depressed, “hated depression—
Stevens, in 1954: the quintessential American poet of the twentieth century. hated it.” So do a lot of people, but few
ILLUSTRATION BY JOHN GALL THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016 73
fight it as tenaciously as Stevens did. He professional career. Stevens was often rather longer than is comfortably ex-
relied, for stability, on the routine de- ill, to the extent that he had to repeat a cused as a common myopia of the time.
mands of his oice job. (Whenever free year of high school, and a bout of ma- He was no better than most white men
of them, he commonly drank to excess.) laria—as improbable as that sounds, in of his class in point of casual racism and
He projected his struggles as abstract pat- Pennsylvania—permanently impaired anti-Semitism, though fewer such tox-
terns of human—and, beyond human, of his hearing. But he played football, con- ins leak into his poetry than into that
natural and metaphysical—existence. One sorted with the town’s bad boys, and cul- of Eliot or Pound. In verse, Stevens tran-
late poem hints at a nagging anguish tivated a blustery front. scended anything mean or petty in him-
that poetry relieved for him: “It is a child He also had a hunger for erudition, self, but for art’s sake; he wasn’t much
that sings itself to sleep, / The mind.” expressed in precocious poems, essays, given to moral scruple.
and orations. In 1897, he enrolled at Har- For the New York Tribune, in 1900,
tevens was born in 1879 in Read- vard, where he studied closely with the Stevens covered the funeral of Stephen
S ing, Pennsylvania, the second of five humanist philosopher George Santayana, Crane, whom he admired but whose
children. His father, from humble be- debating matters of belief (Stevens was mourners he found “wretched, rag,
ginnings, was a successful lawyer, his afire with skepticism, against Santaya- tag, and bobtail.” He thrilled to a per-
mother a former schoolteacher. Each na’s more nuanced views) and even ex- formance, in French, by Sarah Bern-
night, she read a chapter of the Bible changing sonnets on the subject. He be- hardt, as Hamlet, for what he later re-
to the children, who attended schools came the editor of the Harvard Advocate, called as her “intricate metamorphosis
attached to both Presbyterian and Lu- read widely and deeply, and mastered of thoughts”—quite the keynote of his
theran churches, where the music left French on the way to commanding a own developing sensibility. He was be-
an indelible impression on Stevens. Both fabulous vocabulary, choreographing mused by the “quick, unaccountable”
sides of the family were Pennsylvania such tangos of words regular and rare as life of the city, and took to sitting for
Dutch, an identity that meant little to “The squirming facts exceed the squa- spells of restorative peace in St. Pat-
him when he was young but a great deal mous mind,” in “The Connoisseur of rick’s Cathedral—unbelieving, but sa-
later on, perhaps to shore up a precari- Chaos.” On graduation, in 1900, he voring the aura of sanctity. Tiring of
ous sense of identity. (He became ob- moved to New York and wrote for news- journalism and seeing no path to a life
sessed with tracing his family genealo- papers. For one, he covered the second in literature, he succumbed to pressure
gies, poring over thousands of documents, Presidential campaign of William Jen- from his father and enrolled in the New
and was “deeply disappointed,” Mariani nings Bryan, whom he hopped home to York Law School. He passed the bar
writes, at being denied membership in Reading to vote for. In his third book, in 1904 and worked at various law and
the Holland Society of New York when, “Owl’s Clover,” issued by a leftist pub- insurance firms.
in the poet’s words, “some bastard from lisher, in 1936, Stevens made haplessly Also in that year, Stevens fell wildly
Danzig” popped up to spoil the requi- clumsy allusions to social and political in love with Elsie Kachel, a Reading girl
site ancestral purity.) His father, a stern tensions of the time, though he was “a from a family who lived on “the wrong
man, urged upon him a regimen of “work Hoover Republican,” Mariani writes, side of the tracks,” Mariani writes—a
and study, study and work,” toward a and also an admirer of Mussolini for cliché now that was at the time a grind-
ing social fate in railway-divided Amer-
ican towns. When his father vehemently
opposed the match, Stevens stormed
out of the house and never spoke to him
again. (He generally avoided all his rel-
atives except, by way of genealogical re-
search, those who were dead.) Elsie was
beautiful. In 1916, her profile, sculpted
by an artist who was a chance acquain-
tance, is said to have become the face of
the dime, reigning there until she was
replaced by F.D.R., in 1946. (Mariani
believes the oft-told story, though the
artist’s son denied it.) She was also prim,
humorless, and, having left school in the
ninth grade, intellectually defensive and
incurious—traits overlooked by the smit-
ten Stevens through the years of their
courtship, while he accrued enough in-
come, by his conventional lights, to jus-
tify marriage. The couple wed in 1909
and moved into an apartment on West
“It was the cheapest way for us to cover the potholes.” Twenty-first Street.
The next few years, spent on a small amount to literary equivalents of the for- for having created a “fictitious reality,”
but seething scene of budding modern- mally audacious still-lifes and interiors which might seem a positive achieve-
ists, were golden for Stevens’s formation of advanced French painting. The mas- ment. Another praised him as Ameri-
as a poet. At the salon of Walter Arens- terpiece “Sunday Morning,” from 1915, ca’s first true dandy, thereby missing the
berg, a wealthy doyen of the new, Ste- is an argument for spirituality without sincerity of his ambition.
vens met Marcel Duchamp—one of God, interlaced with a woman’s parlor For several years after the birth of
their conversations, in French, suggested daydream. It begins with “Complacen- his only child, Holly, in 1924, Stevens
to Stevens “sparrows around a pool of cies of the peignoir, and late / Cofee and wrote little. (In a letter to Monroe, he
water”—and the New Jersey pediatri- oranges in a sunny chair”; ranges “Over called parenthood a “terrible blow to
cian and brilliantly innovative poet Wil- the seas, to silent Palestine”; decides that poor literature.”) When he resumed, it
liam Carlos Williams, his peer and cor- “Death is the mother of was in less sprightly veins,
dial rival, who once called him “a troubled beauty; hence from her, / as his idealist’s temperament
man who sings well, somewhat covertly, Alone, shall come fulfill- groped, through thickets of
somewhat overfussily at times, a little ment to our dreams / And qualification, toward a never
stily but well.” Williams’s vernacular our desires”; and concludes quite attained ideal. But
free verse and Stevens’s sumptuous blank with a breathtaking image flares of comedy recurred.
verse long remained magnetic poles of of “casual flocks of pigeons” The painting-like “So and
American poetic form. They more or that, at evening, “make / Am- So Reclining on Her Couch”
less merged in the work of Marianne biguous undulations as they begins, “On her side, reclin-
Moore, whom both men esteemed. sink, / Downward to dark- ing on her elbow, / This
Mariani’s chapters on these years spar- ness, on extended wings.” It was the first mechanism, this apparition, / Suppose
kle with personalities, anecdotes, and poem to appear under Stevens’s name we call it Projection A.” It ends, “Good-
ideas. There’s Carl Van Vechten, calling in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, which had bye, / Mrs. Pappadopoulos, and thanks.”
Stevens “a dainty rogue in porcelain” who recently started publication in Chicago. Stevens took to composing poems
was “big, blond, and burly”—he stood (He had shyly used a pseudonym, Peter on slips of paper in the morning while
six feet two—but possessed of “a tiny Parasol, when submitting earlier poems, walking to his oice, where his secre-
reserved spirituality.” Arensberg promptly two of which were accepted.) tary typed them up. The results made
revised the description to “that rogue el- The editor, Harriet Monroe, cut some him a regular and imposing presence in
ephant in porcelain,” in view of Stevens’s stanzas and rearranged others, and Ste- literary journals, starting in the nine-
social ineptitude. (The patron’s stated vens agreed to it, though he restored the teen-thirties, and his poems from “Har-
formula for a successful poets’ salon was original in “Harmonium.” A certain re- monium,” especially, which were fre-
to convene “five or six men who live in ciprocal high-handedness among poets quently anthologized, fascinated a
the same town and hate each other.”) and editors—as if the modern in aes- growing popular audience. After work,
One gathering was so much fun that thetics required a team efort—marked at home, he closed himself of, with a
Stevens sent a telegram to Elsie, not dar- the time. (Think of Pound’s retooling sense, he told a friend in a letter, of “shut-
ing to phone, to say that he would be of “The Waste Land.”) Williams ad- ting out something crude and lacking
home late. He admitted to his compan- vised Stevens to delete, from a poem, in all feeling and delicacy.” His marriage
ions that he dreaded what awaited him two lines that struck him as sentimen- had foundered—Elsie had banished him
at home. tal. “For Christ’s sake yield to me and from her bed after Holly’s birth—al-
Mariani gives a fascinating account become great and famous,” he hectored. though he seems never to have consid-
of a poet, previously unknown to me, Stevens obeyed. ered ending it. When they moved to a
who strongly influenced Stevens in those new house, in 1932, Stevens occupied
days: Donald Evans, a free spirit with a hen, in 1916, perhaps, in part, to the master bedroom and Elsie a former
bejewelled, determinedly decadent po- T secure a suitable life with Elsie, who servant’s quarters. A full-time house-
etic style, who most probably commit- disliked New York, Stevens took a po- keeper tended to Holly. There’s no hint
ted suicide, in 1921. “With their silk- sition with the Hartford Accident and in the book of any other romantic at-
swathed ankles softly kissing,” a typical Indemnity Company, where he worked tachment, except for a chaste crush on
line reads. Something of Evans—French for the rest of his life. After the move a young teacher whom he met in the
elegance crossed with American vigor— to Connecticut, he retreated from col- summer after his first year in law school—
informs Stevens’s early “Peter Quince at legial enterprise—“a frightened man memories of which haunted him with
the Clavier,” which weaves theories of drawing back,” in Williams’s view—and visions of a flawless woman, forever lost.
music and beauty into a comic version conducted his art as a sideline to his His public manner became aloof and
of the story, in the Apocrypha, of Su- humdrum life. It took him seven years stony, but the bravado of his boyhood
sanna’s harassment by lusting elders: “She to complete and perfect “Harmonium,” resurfaced when he drank too much, as
turned— / A cymbal crashed,/ And roar- leaving out as many poems as he in- he did with zestful abandon on annual,
ing horns.” And: “Beauty is momentary cluded. Except for Marianne Moore, usually solo vacations to the Florida
in the mind— / The fitful tracing of a who called the poems “sharp, solemn, Keys. Mariani tells us that at a party in
portal; / But in the flesh it is immortal.” rhapsodic,” reviewers of the book were Key West, in 1935—the year after Ste-
Some of Stevens’s breakthrough works bewildered. One condemned Stevens vens became his firm’s vice-president in
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016 75
charge of surety and fidelity claims— for the poem’s endorsement of intuition.) on human nature. (Surety covers de-
he drunkenly insulted Robert Frost, He says: faulted loans and fidelity employee mal-
disparaging his poetry. He wrote Frost feasance.) Something very like such cal-
Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know,
a not quite penitent but mollifying let- Why, when the singing ended and we turned culated risk operates in his poetry: little
ter, to which Frost replied gracefully, “If Toward the town, tell why the glassy lights, crises in consciousness, just perilous
I’m somewhat academic (I’m more ag- The lights in the ishing boats at anchor enough to seem meaningful. The end-
ricultural) and you are somewhat exec- there, ings are painstakingly managed victo-
utive, so much the better: it is so we are As night descended, tilting in the air, ries for the poet’s equanimity. The aim,
Mastered the night and portioned out the
saved from being literary and deploy- sea. he once explained, was a “vital self-
ers of words derived from words.” But assertion in a world in which nothing
a few years later Stevens had at Frost And, finally: but the self remains, if that remains.”
again, telling him, “The trouble with Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon, That self devolved, over time, from gran-
you, Robert, is that you write about sub- The maker’s rage to order words of the sea, deur into grandiosity, as Stevens labored
jects.” Frost answered, “The trouble with Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred, over a myth of the poet as a secular spir-
you, Wallace, is that you write about And of ourselves and of our origins, itual hero. His ingenious arguments for
bric-a-brac.” In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds. the superiority of poetry over philoso-
At another party in Key West, in Those “sounds”—sea depths answered phy in his one book of essays, “The Nec-
1936, a swaggering Stevens loudly im- by human ones—resonate like organ essary Angel” (1951), would be more per-
pugned the manhood of Ernest Hem- chords in a cathedral of the imagination. suasive if they seemed to designate any
ingway. When Hemingway showed up, poet other than himself.
Stevens took a swing at him, and Hem- ppreciation of Stevens’s poetry But dip into nearly any of Stevens’s
ingway knocked him down. Stevens got A grew—the critic F. O. Matthiessen poems, to the last, and be braced by a
up and landed a solid punch to Hem- wrote that it expressed “truths with the voice like none other, in its knitted play-
ingway’s jaw, which broke his hand in mellowness and tang of a late-summer fulness and in its majesty. And if a pri-
two places. Hemingway then battered wine”—but his home life languished. mary function of poetry is to expand
him, but later cheerfully accepted his Holly disappointed him by proving and enrich the scope of a native lan-
meek apology. They agreed to a cover unremarkable and by becoming en- guage, Stevens has no equal in Ameri-
story: Stevens had been injured falling gaged to an oice-equipment repair- can English except Walt Whitman. The
down stairs. man whom Stevens (echoing his fa- critic R. P. Blackmur listed nineteen
But the Florida sojourns provided ther’s rejection of Elsie) called a “Polack” words that Stevens had fished from ob-
Stevens with more than occasions for and a Communist. He boycotted the scurity, including “fubbed,” “gobbet,” “di-
feckless behavior. The natural elements wedding and was relieved when, a year aphanes,” “pannicles,” “carked,” “rapey,”
and the weather set him to wide-awake later, she divorced the man, on grounds “cantilena,” “fiscs,” “phylactery,” “prin-
dreaming on his biggest theme: the ca- of cruelty. cox,” and “funest.” Blackmur noted that
pacity of fiction to encompass, and to Between trips to accept book awards such usage had given Stevens “a bad rep-
master, experiences of reality. The en- and honorary doctorates, Stevens con- utation among those who dislike the
chantment of the voluptuous setting tinued to go to work each day into his finicky, and a high one, unfortunately,
peaks in the fifty-six lines of “The Idea seventies, even after surgery for a stom- among those who value the ornamen-
of Order at Key West,” which begins, ach obstruction revealed a metastasiz- tal sounds of words.” But, he continued,
“She sang beyond the genius of the ing cancer. He was too august at the “not a word listed above is used pre-
sea.” The speaker and a shadowy com- firm to be let go, but he was never pop- ciously.” Each served a feeling of the po-
panion observe a girl or a woman sing- ular there. His boss remarked, “Unless et’s that, Blackmur guessed, “did not
ing by an ocean that is “Like a body they told me he had a heart attack, I exist, even in his own mind, until he had
wholly body, fluttering / Its empty never would have known he had a heart.” put it down in words.”
sleeves.” The singer’s song, “uttered Before he died, in 1955, he accepted Certainly, Stevens’s poems precipi-
word by word,” overlays and opposes Catholic baptism from a hospital chap- tate rainstorms of sudden feelings, some
“the dark voice of the sea,” in a duet lain, who said that Stevens hadn’t needed of them hitting and others eluding a
that becomes a contest crowned with “an awful lot of urging on my part ex- given reader’s comprehension. To savor
triumph: cept to be nice to him.” The conversion the drenching efect, read him aloud,
was more poetic than devotional in with attention to what Williams called
And when she sang, the sea,
Whatever self it had, became the self
spirit, Mariani speculates, but, perhaps, his “thrumming in four-beat time.” The
That was her song, for she was the maker. “being a surety lawyer—he opted to mind that can distinguish, in “The Snow
sign on the dotted line at the end.” Man,” between the “nothing that is not
At last, the poet names his compan- Like other critics I’ve read, Mariani there, and the nothing that is” becomes
ion, Ramon Fernandez, by addressing ignores the details of Stevens’s day job, your own. Stop when exhausted. Then
him. (Though Stevens denied it, he surely probably as being too mundane to merit you may want to consult Mariani’s su-
had in mind a French critic of that name, attention, but they speak to me. Ste- perb biography, to plumb the aesthetic
the son of a Mexican diplomat, whose vens’s specialties, surety and fidelity, turn mysteries and register the human com-
rationalist bias made him a perfect foil profits from cautiously optimistic bets plications of so prodigious a gift.
76 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 2, 2016
BRIEFLY NOTED
The End of Alchemy, by Mervyn King (Norton). The former
governor of the Bank of England argues that, seven years after
the worst economic crisis since the Great Depression, “noth-
ing fundamental has changed.” Most academic and media nar-
ratives, he writes, focus on symptoms—swelling personal debt,
the housing bubble, misdeeds of financiers—but the underly-
ing malady is a system of banking geared to convert ostensi-
bly riskless deposits into long-term risky investments, all the
while assuring depositors that they can redeem their money
at any time. King points out that, in the nineteenth and twen-
tieth centuries, crises occurred almost once a decade. Prevent-
ing the next one requires “radical reforms,” including obliging
major banks to maintain enough equity to sustain losses with-
out taxpayer support.
The Civil Wars of Julia Ward Howe, by Elaine Showalter (Simon &
Schuster). This lively biography of the author of the “Battle
Hymn of the Republic” focusses on what her marriage ex-
presses about the position of women in the nineteenth cen-
tury. Howe’s husband, Samuel, a prominent Boston educa-
tor and intellectual, yearned for a submissive wife, fulfilled by
her marital and maternal duties. But Howe, known to friends
as the Diva, had an innate genius that was stifled by mar-
riage. She was deeply ambitious, restlessly intelligent, self-
regarding, and a little mean. The couple’s unhappiness began
on their honeymoon and lasted more than thirty years, until
Samuel’s death, in 1876. Showalter’s wry sense of humor (and
Howe’s own comic verse) thankfully brightens the darkness
of intractable incompatibility.
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