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POP MUSIC
Hua Hsu 110 Miguel’s breezy brand of cool.
POEMS
Anna Scotti 66 “Sheba”
Ian Frazier 77 “Greetings, Friends!”
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Barry Blitt “A Christmas Carol”
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THE MAIL
JOCKEYS AND THEIR HORSES empt from this reality. Even without ignores the devastating effects this ep-
taking into account the effects of migra- idemic has on the places that provide
John Seabrook’s article on the jockeys tion, any efforts to simplify a culture to a those drugs. According to the National
Irad and Jose Ortiz ignores an impor- single entity are going to be at best incom- Institute on Drug Abuse, deaths from
tant aspect of horse racing—the horse plete and at worst seriously damaging. heroin overdoses in the U.S. have sharply
(“Top Jocks,” December 4th). Jockeys Corby Johnson increased since 2011. But our own pub-
may “accept the hazards of racing as part Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan lic-health crisis continues to fuel a cri-
of the job that both the animal and the sis in Mexico that is orders of magni-
rider were born to do.” However, this Camus laments that “the great replace- tude worse.
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assumes that humans get to decide the ment is very simple. You have one people, Sarah Richart
purpose of another creature’s life—in and in the space of a generation you have Los Angeles, Calif.
this case, entertainment. Racehorses are a different people.” In doing so, he laments
routinely drugged and whipped, and the essential human condition since we MONUMENTAL DECISIONS
often suffer, as Seabrook writes, “cata- first walked upright, developed language,
strophic breakdowns.” When the en- and, as a people, spread across the face In his piece on the recent push to re-
tertainment value is gone, a horse no of the earth. Yes, it is true that every gen- move Confederate monuments in Rich-
longer matters, as when the horse Jose eration replaces the previous one. That is mond, Virginia, Benjamin Wallace-
rides, Submit, breaks her leg and is eu- the way of the world. Each generation Wells describes both pro-monument
thanized on the racetrack. This anthro- necessarily reinvents its culture, history, and anti-monument activists (“Battle
pocentric attitude results in actions like and sense of community. The people of Scars,” December 4th). But there is a
President Trump’s attempt to overturn my generation are not the people of my middle ground: Richmond could cre-
the ban on big-game trophies. And it’s parents’ time. Camus, and all of us, will ate a National Slave Memorial. A pro-
the kind of thinking that’s led to our most certainly be replaced. Plus ça change. posal for a slave memorial has been lan-
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current ecological crisis. Richard W. Poeton guishing in Congress since 2003, and,
Lisa Rosenthal Bennington, Vt. if legislators ever advance it, the most
St. Petersburg, Fla. popular idea seems to be to place the
FIGHT THE POWER memorial on the National Mall, in
EUROPE’S NEW NATIONALISTS Washington, D.C. That would be a mis-
The concept of a “community police- take. Just as Germany’s Holocaust Me-
Admirers of Renaud Camus, such as the man,” which Alexis Okeowo describes morial is in Berlin, so must America’s
European nationalists described in in her piece on a Mexican town that recognition of its own despicable chap-
Thomas Chatterton Williams’s article created a citizens’ police force to fight ter in history be placed in a former cap-
on the French far right, may think that drug crime, is unusual in the West, but ital of the Confederacy. The creation of
they have found an idol in Vladimir Putin, such groups are a last resort for many a National Slave Memorial in Rich-
or a model in post-Soviet republics, but people in countries where the rule of mond could justify the preservation of
they overlook Central Asia’s long history law is lacking (“The People’s Police,” these monuments by rendering them
of diversity (“You Will Not Replace Us,” November 27th). In my home country, components within a wider historic
December 4th). Russia is far from eth- Indonesia, many towns organize their context. Turn Richmond’s Monument
nically homogeneous; throughout his- own groups of citizen police, like the Avenue into a two-mile-long outdoor
tory, hundreds of ethnic groups have lived watchmen who make rounds from museum of American self-examination
there. Some post-Soviet republics have nightfall until dawn. They are typically and redress. If well conceived, such a
strong ethnic identities, but this is largely members of the community who are site would convey an aesthetic mean-
due to an aggressive campaign in the assigned shifts on a daily or weekly ing precisely opposite to the monu-
nineteen-twenties and thirties to create basis. It’s not an ideal system, but, in ments’ original intent. Rather than sym-
separate republics within the Soviet remote places where resources for law bolizing racist defiance, they would stand
Union, each based on a singular ethnic- enforcement are absent, such measures for the defiance of racism.
ity. This campaign, called korenizatsiya, are crucial. Gray Basnight
involved standardizing languages, estab- Budi Akmal Djafar New York City
lishing new educational programs, and New York City
drawing new borders. But to create an •
unchanging version of a culture that neatly The money that can be made in the il- Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
fits into a political border is to discount legal drug trade in other countries drives address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
parts of the narrative. The fluid nature corruption on a level that is unimag- themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
of culture, ethnicity, and politics evades inable in the United States. The na- any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
orderly classification. France is not ex- tional conversation on opioid abuse often of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
In the nineteen-sixties, Alice Gray, an entomologist at the American Museum of Natural History and an
origami whiz, decorated a three-foot-tall tree in her office with folded-paper insects for the holidays. A
tradition was born. Since 1972, the museum’s official tree—now in the Astor Turret, on the fourth floor—
has displayed an increasingly elaborate paper menagerie. Just as Santa’s workshop has elves, the museum
relies on volunteers from OrigamiUSA. (The nimble hands of one are pictured above.) Through Jan. 7.
male voice that’s capable of calm confi- if they do cry, homeboy, it’s a steel tear.” short tour, which includes a stop at Irving
dence and gutting vulnerability within When he was young, in the mid- Plaza on Dec. 22. Cam’ron usually makes
the same phrase. nineties, Cam’ron held music at arm’s quick work of his well-known hits live, so
For diehard fans of the rapper length, juggling a basketball scholarship expect a set invested more in the present,
Cam’ron, “He Tried to Play Me” shares and various hustles as his neighborhood with plenty of moments worth talking
the same shelf space. Released in 2006, friends Mase and Big L successfully pur- about the next morning.
the song came as little surprise from a sued recording careers. But he found his —Matthew Trammell
imately one quarter of Cambodia’s pop- did not have good lives. The country’s country wants to see the films he has
ulation—who were murdered by the king, Sihanouk, was ousted, and Pol Pot, collected from the period. They want
Khmer Rouge, a Communist insur- a Communist revolutionary, aimed to to put the whole thing behind them.
gency, in the nineteen-seventies. Given restore Cambodia to its agrarian and, “But in ten years,” he says, “they will be
the magnitude of the slaughter, the as he saw it, ethnically pure origins. He interested.” At which point “Bangsokol:
show is modest. As its composer, Him and his cohort then killed about two A Requiem for Cambodia” will be wait-
Sophy, has explained, “Bangsokol is a million people, with special focus on ing for them.
traditional ceremony in Buddhist reli- anyone with foreign connections, for- —Joan Acocella
18 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
DANCE
New York City Ballet / “The Nutcracker” most promising début is a revival. Created for
As a young dancer in St. Petersburg in the nineteen- Urban Bush Women in 1988, Jawole Willa Jo Zol-
tens, George Balanchine performed the lead in the lar’s “Shelter” is a wake-up call about homelessness,
Harlequins’ “Hoop Dance” in the Mariinsky Bal- in several senses. It’s rougher and rawer than much
let’s “Nutcracker.” By all accounts, he was rather of the Ailey repertory, and the company’s women
proud of his performance, and when he created his perform it with astonishing force. Talley Beatty’s
own “Nutcracker” for the New York City Ballet, in ensemble piece “Stack-Up,” also being revived,
1954, he included the dance verbatim in the second was made only five years earlier but seems much
act and renamed it “Candy Cane.” With its double more dated. Its jazz-dance portrayal of street life,
hoop jumps, it is still one of the most beloved sec- complete with an anti-drug message, is as cringe-
tions of the ballet, performed by one adult dancer inducing as its miscomprehension of hip-hop. (131
and eight children from the school. This merging of W. 55th St. 212-581-1212. Dec. 13-17 and Dec. 19-24.
past and present, adult prowess and youthful flair, Through Dec. 31.)
has helped to insure the production’s enduring ap-
peal for more than sixty years. (David H. Koch, Lin- Wesley Chavis / Cori Olinghouse
coln Center. 212-721-6500. Dec. 13-17, Dec. 19-24, and “DoublePlus,” the Gibney Dance series that allows
Dec. 26. Through Dec. 31.) established choreographers to shine a light on their
lesser-known colleagues, continues, with a program
Trisha Brown Dance Company selected by Dean Moss. Chavis, a visual artist and
Even before Brown died, in March, after a slow re- vocalist, draws upon his attempts to love for “Ku In
tirement forced by illness, the future of her company, Tuo Muah,” which plays with the physical and intan-
and the top-shelf choreography it preserves, appeared gible aspects of breath. Olinghouse, a former mem-
precarious. But the troupe seems to be bouncing back, ber of the Trisha Brown company with an experi-
touring busily and presenting more than the greatest mental approach to clowning, presents “Grandma,”
hits. This program focusses on a less celebrated pe- an improvisational parody of television and the kind
riod in Brown’s work, from 2000 to 2009. The music of consumerism represented by Cheez Whiz and
is disparate: the Latin-tinged jazz of Dave Douglas Spam. (Gibney Dance: Agnes Varis Performing Arts
in “Groove and Countermove,” the Baroque opera Center, 280 Broadway. 646-837-6809. Dec. 14-16.)
of Rameau in “L’Amour au Théâtre.” What’s con-
sistent is Brown’s wit and invention. (Joyce Theatre, “Isamu Noguchi’s Dance Collaborations”
175 Eighth Ave., at 19th St. 212-242-0800. Dec. 12-17.) Though Isamu Noguchi is best known for his collab-
orations with the American modern-dance pioneer
Kota Yamazaki / Fluid hug-hug Martha Graham, she was not the only dance-maker he
Yamazaki is hostile to cultural or stylistic distinc- worked with. In 1932, for example, he created sets and
tions. He wants to blur them, break them down. costumes for the American avant-garde dancer and
And so, while “Darkness Odyssey Part 2: I or Hal- choreographer Ruth Page. In the dance called “Ex-
lucination” incorporates customs of the blind Japa- panding Universe,” Noguchi dressed Page in a sack
nese female musicians known as goze, these are sure dress, transforming her into a piece of moving sculp-
to be mixed up with fragments of many other tradi- ture. The solo, which hasn’t been seen for decades, will
tions. Yamazaki likes to cast distinctive dancers— be performed by the former Martha Graham dancer
this time, it’s Julian Barnett, Raja Feather Kelly, Jo- Jennifer Conley, in a re-creation by the Ruth Page ex-
anna Kotze, and Mina Nishimura—and allow their pert Joellen Meglin, alongside three early Graham
differences to flourish. (Baryshnikov Arts Center, 450 works. Afterward, Dakin Hart, a Noguchi scholar,
W. 37th St. 866-811-4111. Dec. 13-15.) and Meglin will hold a discussion. (92nd Street Y,
Lexington Ave. at 92nd St. 212-415-5500. Dec. 15.)
“Tesseract”
This show, which combines live video capture, 3-D State Ballet of Russia / “The Nutcracker”
film, and dance, doubles as a Merce Cunningham The touring troupe, based in Moscow, brings its tra-
reunion of sorts. The filmmaker Charles Atlas, who ditional version of “The Nutcracker” to the Schim-
returns to filming dance after a ten-year hiatus, was mel Center. Expect well-trained dancers—no chil-
a frequent and innovative Cunningham collabora- dren—and recorded music. (Pace University, 3 Spruce
tor. And Silas Riener and Rashaun Mitchell were St. 212-346-1715. Dec. 15.)
two of the most striking performers in the final iter-
ation of the company. Together they have produced New York Theatre Ballet / “The Nutcracker”
a work in which Atlas’s camera practically becomes a Short and sweet, this is the perfect “Nutcracker” for
dancer in its own right, creating new visual passage- the under-six set. The production, a miniature ver-
ways through the choreography and augmenting the sion of the story, is only an hour long, performed in
world in which the dancers exist. (BAM Harvey The- front of an ingenious set piece that transforms itself
atre, 651 Fulton St., Brooklyn. 718-636-4100. Dec. 13-16.) over the course of the evening. (Florence Gould Hall,
55 E. 59th St. 800-982-2787. Dec. 15-17.)
zoe | juniper
The Seattle-based team of the choreographer Zoe Dorrance Dance
Scofield and the video artist Juniper Shuey com- With “Myelination,” which débuted at Fall for Dance
bines dance and visual art with uncommon sophis- in 2015 and returned to the festival in an expanded
tication. The strongest element in their piece “Clear form this year, Michelle Dorrance extends her idea
and Sweet,” though, is a sound: Sacred Harp sing- of a tap ensemble as a kind of indie band, smudging
ers belting out four-part hymns. The rough-hewn the line between dancer and musician. Oddball bod-
voices are a little at odds with the chic design and ies let elbows and knees go wild as feet make punc-
are sometimes overwhelmed by the grunge in Evan tilious, intricate contemporary music. For “Until the
Anderson’s score, but they give the blindfolded Real Thing Comes Along,” a shorter première set to
dancers and their memoirish chatter as much spir- music by Fats Waller, Dorrance is joined by some
itual heft as they can carry. (New York Live Arts, 219 stylish guest-star ladies, including Melinda Sulli-
W. 19th St. 212-924-0077. Dec. 13-16.) van. The irresistible energy of this troupe fills the
Joyce Theatre with as much unusual, unfeigned spirit
Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre as one could desire from a holiday show. (175 Eighth
Amid the programs presented during the third Ave., at 19th St. 212-242-0800. Dec. 19-23 and Dec. 26.
and fourth weeks of the City Center season, the Through Dec. 31.)
across a brook, bristles with “good” detail. Both 1989, and a stockade draped with an American flag, studio is a recurring theme here.) Among the inven-
series exhibit the same confident hand, though, with holes excised (for a head, hands, and feet), tive short films on view is one, from 1978, in which
and the more salient difference might be in how made in 1993-94. Antelo-Suarez also makes a per- the artist is shown drawing in a room by herself—a
they each relate to meaning. The swing set and see- suasive, if theatrical, case for Calder as a political dramatization of her artistic process and a comment
saw in “Moms and Kids” lay the sentimentality of artist, exhibiting, for the first time outside the art- on the limited freedom afforded even in a private
childhood on thick. But Jenney revels in ambigu- ist’s Connecticut studio, a hulking red-and-black sta- space under the Ceaușescu regime. Through Dec.
ity in the recent “good” painting “Modern Africa,” bile from 1972, the same year he took out a two-page 23. (Hauser & Wirth, 548 W. 22nd St. 212-977-7160.)
in which sand is seen drifting across two low sets spread in the Times demanding the impeachment of
of stairs. Through Dec. 22. (Gagosian, 821 Park Ave., Nixon. Perhaps the Calder Foundation will consider Katharina Fritsch
at 75th St. 212-796-1228.) doing the same with regard to our forty-fifth Pres- In her first show in New York in nearly a decade, the
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ident. Through Dec. 22. (Venus Over Manhattan, 980 German artist continues to refine her signature style,
“Kinetics of Violence: Alexander Calder and Madison Ave., at 76th St. 212-980-0700.) toying with color and scale to uncanny effect. Among
Cady Noland” the seven sculptures are a deep-blue strawberry the
If contemporary art is a love story, then Cady No- size of a small boulder; a half-yellow, half-orange egg
land is the one who got away. In the nineteen- GALLERIES—CHELSEA standing four feet high; and a purple spinning wheel,
eighties and nineties, the New York-based sculptor which, at more than seven feet tall, would dwarf any
commanded the same critical respect (and attracted Geta Brătescu Rumpelstiltskin. Since the sculptures are not all en-
the same swooning critics) as her peers Robert The Romanian artist, who is ninety-one, adopts the larged to the same scale—there is also a nine-foot-
Gober and Christopher Wool, thanks to her gim- ancient Greek fabulist Aesop as an anti-totalitarian tall chartreuse cowrie shell and a five-foot-wide snow-
let-eyed take on America’s tarnished myths of itself, symbol and an artistic persona, equating whimsi- white skull—they resist the theatricality of mere props
from the gun violence of the Old West to the glam- cal experimentation with a disruption of order. This but, rather, seem to have assumed the proportions ap-
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orization of criminals like Charles Manson. Then, at career-spanning show, titled “The Leaps of Aesop,” propriate to their symbolic qualities. Through Dec. 22.
the height of her career—with works in major mu- is dominated, at first glance, by elegant works on (Marks, 523 W. 24th St. 212-243-0200.)
seum collections including MOMA and the Gug- paper, including collaged abstractions reminiscent
genheim—she walked away. So it is a coup, to say of Calder and Lygia Pape. But Brătescu’s elastic
the least, that Noland has agreed to work with the œuvre also includes fascinating conceptual works, GALLERIES—DOWNTOWN
thoughtful curator Sandra Antelo-Suarez on this ex- such as a proposal, from 1974, for the placement of
hibition, contributing a metal gate, outfitted with strong magnets in public places, meant to transform Andy Hope 1930
equestrian gear and rounds of ammunition, from the city into an “ongoing studio.” (The unorthodox In what used to be Eva Hesse’s attic studio, and is
now a gallery named after the Robert Moses highway
project that would have destroyed the neighborhood
in which it is located, four silicone brains sit in fish
tanks on the floor. They’re thinking about Hegel’s
“Phenomenology of the Spirit,” a section of which
is busily typing itself on a nearby MacBook. They’re
thinking about the shape that dominates the lacquer,
oil, and acrylic paintings of Hope 1930, a German
artist, who was born Andreas Hofer. (The shape is
reminiscent of a male torso, but is actually the sil-
houette of a rolling garbage can.) They’re also think-
ing about the flat hierarchy of images in the Internet
age, in which “Star Trek” and Francis Picabia—both
sources here—have an interchangeable cultural value.
Through Dec. 17. (Lomex, 134 Bowery. 917-667-8541.)
Jack Pierson
Thirteen grainy color photographs from 1990—of
red roses in bloom, blurry peaches, beautiful young
COURTESY BRUCE SILVERSTEIN GALLERY
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up to the grand “Messiah” concerts earlier in the
month; it’s always centered on Britten’s winsome
masterpiece for harp and treble voices. Bridget Kib-
sterling support as Pollione, the male center of this bey performs the honors this year, and contributes
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OPERA ancient Druid love triangle; Joseph Colaneri. Dec. solo works by Bach, Britten, and Kati Agócs (“Love
16 at 1. (Metropolitan Opera House. 212-362-6000.) Is Come Again”). Dec. 14 at 5:30. (Fifth Ave. at 53rd
Metropolitan Opera St. saintthomaschurch.org.)
The velvety-voiced American mezzo-soprano Susan
Graham is accustomed to high tragedy on the opera ORCHESTRAS AND CHORUSES BAM: “Bangsokol: A Requiem for Cambodia”
stage, but she has taken full advantage of the two The composer Him Sophy and the filmmaker Rithy
operettas in the Met’s rotation—Strauss’s “Die “Messiah” Panh—each a survivor of the genocidal Khmer
Fledermaus” and Lehár’s “The Merry Widow”— The New York Philharmonic has never been a hot- Rouge regime in Cambodia—collaborate in what
to cut loose a little bit. As Lehár’s wealthy and bed of period performance, but its annual traversal amounts to a memorial rite in symphonic form.
worldly-wise Hanna Glawari, she’ll hold court of Handel’s “entertainment” on sacred themes is Andrew Cyr conducts the Metropolis Ensemble,
among a gaggle of preening Parisian suitors and nonetheless a force to be reckoned with. The con- the Taipei Philharmonic Chamber Choir, and tra-
fend off designs on her fortune from a motley cast ductor this year is the eminent Baroque author- ditional Khmer musicians, accompanied by archi-
of characters (played by Paul Groves, Thomas Allen, ity Andrew Manze; the vocal soloists are the ex- val film footage and impressionistic contempo-
and David Portillo); Ward Stare conducts. Dec. 14 cellent Joélle Harvey, Jennifer Johnson Cano, Ben rary imagery. Dec. 15-16 at 7:30. (Brooklyn Academy
and Dec. 20 at 7:30 and Dec. 16 and Dec. 23 at 8. • In Bliss, and Andrew Foster-Williams, backed by the of Music, 30 Lafayette Ave. bam.org.)
the run-up to the holidays, the Met is larding its Westminster Symphonic Choir. Dec. 12-14 and Dec.
schedule with sweet and delightful fare. In addi- 16 at 7:30 and Dec. 15 at 11 A.M. (David Geffen Hall. Guggenheim Museum Holiday Concert
tion to “The Merry Widow” and the family-friendly 212-875-5656.) • Over the past several years, Julian George Steel, late of Miller Theatre and New York
“Magic Flute,” which played earlier this month, the Wachner and the Choir and Baroque Orchestra of City Opera, continues his stewardship of the mu-
company is also performing its English-language Trinity Church Wall Street have presented “Mes- seum’s annual concert, an outgrowth of its “Works
version of Humperdinck’s fairy-tale opera “Hansel siah” performances that are both historically in- & Process” series. Steel conducts the singers of
and Gretel,” in Richard Jones’s wonderfully twisted formed and infectiously enthusiastic. (They cer- his Vox Vocal Ensemble in a broad slate of works
production, suitable for all ages. Lisette Oropesa tainly have pedigree: a church musician associated by Philip Glass, Meredith Monk (“Panda Chant
and Maureen McKay are the show’s misbehaved sib- with Trinity organized the New World première of II”), John Corigliano, and Nico Muhly (a world
lings, and the powerhouse mezzo-soprano Dolora the work, in 1770.) Dec. 15-16 at 7:30 and Dec. 17 at première) along with old favorites by Britten and
Zajick makes a cameo appearance as their mother, 3. (Broadway at Wall St. trinitywallstreet.org.) • The Mel Tormé and a selection of carols. Dec. 17-18 at
Gertrude; Donald Runnicles. Dec. 18 and Dec. 26 at Oratorio Society of New York, a storied avocational 7. (1071 Fifth Ave. guggenheim.org.)
7:30 and Dec. 22 at 8. • Also playing: Richard Eyre’s choir under the sure direction of Kent Tritle, of-
production of Mozart’s whirling comedy “Le Nozze fers the kind of big and robust “Messiah” common Voices of Ascension
di Figaro” provides a dark, shimmering backdrop in ages past. (The group has performed the piece Dennis Keene’s superb chorus offers its annual Can-
for the grownup shenanigans going down at the Al- annually since 1874.) The vocal soloists include the delight Christmas Concert in the decorous Episco-
maviva estate. For the first half of the run, Harry Met soprano Kathryn Lewek and the exciting bass- pal church at which it is based. On the program this
Bicket conducts an ensemble cast that includes baritone Dashon Burton. Dec. 18 at 8. (Carnegie Hall. year are Renaissance motets by Byrd and Sweelinck,
Rachel Willis-Sørensen, Christiane Karg, Luca 212-247-7800.) • Among Tritle’s other responsibil- music from the Russian Orthodox tradition, and
Pisaroni, and Adam Plachetka. Dec. 15 at 8, Dec. ities is the leadership of Musica Sacra, one of the some joyfully secular entertainments: operatic arias
19 at 7:30, and Dec. 23 at 1. • The final performance city’s premier professional choirs for more than fifty by Strauss and Verdi (sung by Liv Redpath, of the
of David McVicar’s new production of Bellini’s years. Expect a lean and firmly elegant interpreta- L.A. Opera) and Baroque music for trumpet (with
“Norma” features two of the house’s younger bel- tion; Lewek again leads the solo crew, which also Kevin Cobb of the American Brass Quintet). Dec.
canto standouts, Angela Meade and Jamie Barton, includes Samantha Hankey, Joshua Blue, and Adam 19-20 at 8. (Church of the Ascension, Fifth Ave. at 10th
in the leading roles. Joseph Calleja continues his Lau. Dec. 21 at 7:30. (Carnegie Hall. 212-247-7800.) St. voicesofascension.org.)
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ILLUSTRATION BY OLIVER MUNDAY; COURTESY DEBBIE RICHARDSON
RECITALS
Marilyn Nonken
Recently relocated to a rough-hewn industrial space
near the Brooklyn Navy Yard, Spectrum continues
to host a steady stream of vital events featuring
both established and emerging artists. Nonken,
a stellar pianist and a tireless advocate for con-
temporary composers, here offers premières by
Joshua Hey and Ingrid Arauco, alongside works
by Christopher Trapani, Richard Carrick, and Mi-
chael Levinas. Dec. 15 at 7. (70 Flushing Ave., Brook-
lyn. spectrumnyc.com.)
Bargemusic: Christmas Eve an icon, though his dreams are humble. Jarrow’s jaunty script hints, without
Since Christmas Eve falls on a Sunday this year, “You’re just a simple sponge, boy. And preaching, at issues of racial prejudice,
the floating chamber-music series is doubling up on yet somehow you don’t seem to absorb environmentalism, and government cor-
Yuletide cheer. Each recital offers music by Bach.
First, Julian Schwarz and Marika Bournaki (on cello very much,” Mr. Krabs (Brian Ray Nor- ruption. But it’s Patrick Star (Danny
and piano) perform the Sonatas for Viola da Gamba ris), his boss at the Krusty Krab, tells Skinner), SpongeBob’s starfish sidekick,
and Keyboard Nos. 1-3 (BWV 1027-29); later, the him. But our hero (Ethan Slater, in his who voices the salient question of our
pianist Jeewon Park plays the Goldberg Variations.
Dec. 24 at 5 and 7. (Fulton Ferry Landing, Brooklyn. sponge-worthy Broadway début) yearns age: “Is mayonnaise an instrument?”
For tickets and complete listings, visit bargemusic.org.) to prove himself, and finally gets the —Michael Schulman
26 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
THE THEATRE
1 OPENINGS AND PREVIEWS line between fictions and lies. Directed by space, Lee Breuer (a founding director) and
Giovanna Sardelli, the production shifts nim- Maude Mitchell adapt motifs and dialogue
Elf the Musical bly among many registers, but the stagecraft from works by Tennessee Williams and Mary
This musical version of the 2003 Will Ferrell doesn’t always keep up with Joseph’s fantastical Shelley and drape them in the unhinged lurid-
movie, about one of Santa’s happy helpers lost vision. (Atlantic Theatre Company, 336 W. 20th ness of Grand Guignol. Bizarrely, it succeeds.
in jaded Manhattan, returns. The late humor- St. 866-811-4111. Through Dec. 24.) In the title roles, Greg Mehrten and Mitch-
ist Thomas Meehan wrote the book with Bob ell deliver deliciously manic performances,
Martin, and the score is by Matthew Sklar and Downtown Race Riot aided by a score that spans gigue to tango. A
Chad Beguelin. (Theatre at Madison Square This New Group production, directed by Scott gorilla in chains and a tutu makes an appear-
Garden, Seventh Ave. at 32nd St. 800-745-3000. Elliott, has so many forced theatrics in it that ance, as does a ghost sporting erotic menswear.
Opens Dec. 13.) it’s almost a parody of an American kitchen- There are wall-to-ceiling projections of cock-
sink drama. It’s 1976, and Mary (Chloë Sevi- roaches, and a life-size puppet Jesus fettered in
Farinelli and the King gny), a junkie mother, lives in a small flat with Christmas lights. “The play’s subject is panic,”
Mark Rylance stars in the Shakespeare’s Globe her son, Jimmy (David Levi, so much better the brother says, in a moment of fourth-wall-
production of Claire van Kampen’s play with than what’s going on around him), and a pre- defying candor. “And panic is the style of the
music, in which the depressed King Philippe V dictably bratty daughter, Joyce (Sadie Scott). play.” (Mabou Mines, First Ave. at 9th St. 866-
of Spain is soothed by the beautiful voice of a Joyce is in love with a black friend of Jimmy’s, 811-4111. Through Dec. 23.)
castrato. (Belasco, 111 W. 44th St. 212-239-6200. whom Jimmy may love, too. Anyway, a race
In previews. Opens Dec. 17.) riot is about to go down in Washington Square Hundred Days
Park, and in the meantime Mary’s apartment The Bengsons, Abigail and Shaun, call them-
Hindle Wakes explodes with all sorts of issues, including why selves a family band—husband and wife, not
The Mint revives Stanley Houghton’s play she’s such a bad but loving mother. Seth Zvi brother and sister, they hasten to clarify—
from 1912, in which a young man engaged to Rosenfeld’s script is packed to the gills with and here they tell the story of their love in the
be married has a weekend fling with a woman clichés that you can’t believe he took seriously, form of a narrative rock show, directed by Anne
who works at his father’s mill. (Clurman, 410 until you listen to the actors trying to recite Kauffman, that is somehow both winningly
W. 42nd St. 212-239-6200. Previews begin Dec. 23.) them with great import. (Pershing Square Sig- self-deprecatory and dangerously close to over-
nature Center, 480 W. 42nd St. 212-279-4200. wrought. The storytelling has several defects:
John Lithgow: Stories by Heart Through Dec. 23.) the details sometimes go vague at key junc-
The actor performs a one-man storytelling tures, and the central crisis of the play—the
evening, re-creating tales by Ring Lardner and Glass Guignol: The Brother and Sister notion that Shaun might have only a hundred
P. G. Wodehouse. Daniel Sullivan directs the Play days to live—feels like a cheat. But their songs
Roundabout production. (American Airlines After nearly half a century as a peripatetic and their backing band (cello, accordion, key-
Theatre, 227 W. 42nd St. 212-719-1300. Previews theatre company, Mabou Mines has settled board, drums) are excellent. Sonya Tayeh’s un-
begin Dec. 21.) into its own permanent home, in the East Vil- derstated choreography meshes beautifully with
lage. For its inaugural production in the new Andrew Hungerford’s inventive lighting. And,
Mankind
Robert O’Hara (“Bootycandy”) wrote and di-
rects this dystopian comedy, about a male cou-
ple (Anson Mount and Bobby Moreno) deal-
ing with pregnancy in a world where women
have gone extinct. (Playwrights Horizons, 416
W. 42nd St. 212-279-4200. Previews begin Dec. 15.)
Twelfth Night
Fiasco Theatre, known for its D.I.Y. version of
“Into the Woods,” stages the Shakespeare com-
edy, directed by Noah Brody and Ben Stein-
feld. (Classic Stage Company, 136 E. 13th St. 866-
811-4111. In previews. Opens Dec. 14.)
1 NOW PLAYING
though Abigail’s voice can do superhuman back to health. He turns out to be an aristocrat,
things, she uses that power prudently, like a but can Ti Moune’s love conquer all? Michael
secret weapon. (New York Theatre Workshop, 79 Arden’s warm, handcrafted revival doesn’t over-
E. 4th St. 212-460-5475.) play the Disney clichés—the musical, based on
Rosa Guy’s novel “My Love, My Love,” repur-
It’s a Wonderful Life poses the “Little Mermaid” myth—but instead
The gospel according to the 1946 Frank Capra frames the action as a tale told to a little girl
film has become one of the most beloved tales (Emerson Davis) in a hurricane-blasted Carib-
of the season. This brisk revival (it runs just bean slum. The show may share its ingénue’s
seventy minutes), directed by Charlotte Moore, lovelorn heart, but its biggest moment belongs
is brimming with heart and wit and good cheer. to Alex Newell, who scales vocal heights as
Anthony E. Palermo’s clever adaptation reimag- the draggy Goddess of the Earth. (Circle in the
ines the story as a radio play, with six accom- Square, 235 W. 50th St. 212-239-6200.)
plished actors handling some thirty roles; one
of the players, Rory Duffy, also serves as a dex- Springsteen on Broadway
terous sound-effects artist. All the major scenes In his new solo show, Bruce Springsteen cribs
are there, occasionally interrupted by satirical from his memoir, “Born to Run,” to take us on
commercial breaks. (The one for Lucky Strike what lesser artists would call “a journey.” The
is especially funny.) Aaron Gaines gives a nice words come tumbling out, starting with his
hard edge to George Bailey, and Dewey Cad- poor upbringing—how he was desperate to
dell shines in the plum parts of Clarence and leave home but ended up, as we all do, in one
Mr. Potter. The actors’ voice work is uniformly way or another, back where he started. “Now I
fine: you could close your eyes and enjoy the live ten minutes away from where I grew up,”
evening as a radio broadcast. (Irish Repertory, he says, somewhat ruefully, in one of many
132 W. 22nd St. 212-727-2737.) amusing disclosures. Springsteen isn’t humor-
challenged, exactly—he’s too self-aware not to
Junk know when to make fun of himself—but he’s a
Ayad Akhtar (“Disgraced”) is a playwright who romantic, and romantic feeling guides this in-
seems the most energized when he has big is- timate spectacle. His commitment to his sub-
sues to dive into, and what could be juicier than ject matter makes the show a kind of sermon,
Wall Street greed and maleficence? The year one that he has written in order to understand
is 1985, and Judy Chen (a superb Teresa Avia not only himself but what goes into the making
Lim) is a business journalist covering new fi- of a self. (Reviewed in our issue of 10/30/17.)
nancial strategies that are redefining the idea (Walter Kerr, 219 W. 48th St. 212-239-6200.)
of capital in America. Robert Merkin (Steven
Pasquale) embodies those changes: sleek as The Wolves
a shark, he’s the head of an L.A.-based bank Since its New York première, with the tiny
that’s been very aggressive about hostile take- Playwrights Realm company last fall, Sarah
overs. Merkin lives in a world where guilt is a DeLappe’s play about teen girls on an indoor
burden and loyalty is an inconvenience: money soccer team has been on quite a voyage: an en-
is, as Chen says, “the thing.” Directed by Doug core run, acknowledgment as a Pulitzer Prize
Hughes, this slick production of a thin play fea- finalist, and now a transfer to Lincoln Cen-
tures twenty-three actors, so there’s not a lot ter Theatre. You might say “The Wolves” has
of room for character development. But, in a gone to Nationals. DeLappe and the director,
way, that doesn’t matter: sometimes it’s fun Lila Neugebauer, have an uncanny grasp of the
just to sit there and get off on the testosterone girls’ ambitions, fears, and desires (often so in-
and the swiftness of the action, like most of the tricately melded as to be indistinguishable). De-
play’s guys do. (Vivian Beaumont, 150 W. 65th spite being identified only by their jersey num-
St. 212-239-6200.) bers, the players, portrayed by actresses who
brilliantly capture teen-age mannerisms, quickly
Meteor Shower acquire endearing personalities and individual
At eighty intermissionless minutes, this intelli- voices. DeLappe applies a delicate touch to such
gent and surprising work about marital life and tricky subjects as body anxiety, the complicated
modern-day repression, by the writer and per- nature of female friendships, the formation of
former Steve Martin, moves at a fast clip, pro- identity, and even mortality. Life is never far
viding many laughs and “Aha!” moments along from the pitch for these Wolves. (Mitzi E. New-
the way. The plot centers on two couples—or house, 150 W. 65th St. 212-239-6200.)
are they?—who get together to drink a little
wine and watch a celestial event in Ojai, Cali- 1
fornia. Trouble ensues as social decorum gives ALSO NOTABLE
way to the id. The director, Jerry Zaks (“Hello,
Dolly!”), cares about his actors, and he appears The Band’s Visit Ethel Barrymore. • Bright Col-
to have done a great job making them all feel ors and Bold Patterns SoHo Playhouse. • The
cared for, from the comedians Amy Schumer Children Samuel J. Friedman. • The Dead, 1904
and Keegan-Michael Key—in their Broadway American Irish Historical Society. • Harry Clarke
débuts—to the stage pros Jeremy Shamos and Vineyard. Through Dec. 23. • The Home Place
Laura Benanti, who’s never been sexier or fun- Irish Repertory. Through Dec. 17. • The Last Match
nier. (Booth, 222 W. 45th St. 212-239-6200.) Laura Pels. Through Dec. 23. • Latin History for
Morons Studio 54. • M. Butterfly Cort. • The Pa-
Once on This Island risian Woman Hudson. • Peter Pan The Duke on
A calypso fairy tale just this side of treacly, 42nd Street. Through Dec. 23. • Pride and Preju-
Lynn Ahrens and Stephen Flaherty’s 1990 mu- dice Cherry Lane. • A Room in India Park Avenue
sical tells the story of Ti Moune (the big-voiced Armory. Through Dec. 20. • School Girls; or, The
newcomer Hailey Kilgore), a peasant girl whose African Mean Girls Play Lucille Lortel. • Shad-
island, in the French Antilles, is divided by owlands Acorn. • 20th Century Blues Pershing
skin color and class. When a boy (Isaac Pow- Square Signature Center. • The Winter’s Tale
ell) crashes his car in her village, she nurses him Public. Through Dec. 17.
The Disaster Artist ple and institutions that have betrayed her. But his sister, Miriam (Niroz Haji), from whom he
In this comedy directed by and starring James Gillespie’s empathy is mixed with condescen- was separated in transit. Meanwhile, the ubiq-
Franco, based on the true story of the production sion; much of the movie’s bluff comedy mocks uitous presence of violent neo-Nazis tempers
of the cult movie “The Room” (2003), Franco the tone and the actions of Tonya and her mi- the good feelings. Running gags about odd-
displays a wicked joy in portraying the enigmatic lieu. With Paul Walter Hauser, as Jeff ’s delu- ball twists in the restaurant business serve lit-
Tommy Wiseau, its director, star, producer, sional partner in crime.—R.B. (In limited release.) tle purpose but don’t detract from the movie’s
and financier—and the accidental butt of cine- essential quasi-documentary power. In English,
matic history’s joke. Relying on a script based Lady Bird Finnish, and Arabic.—R.B. (In limited release.)
on a memoir by Greg Sestero, Wiseau’s friend, As writer and director, Greta Gerwig infuses
sidekick, and co-star in “The Room,” Franco this comedic coming-of-age drama with ver- The Rape of Recy Taylor
brings a special verve to scenes of the fiction- bal virtuosity, gestural idiosyncrasy, and emo- In 1944, Recy Taylor, a black woman, was raped
alized Tommy working with—and against—his tional vitality. The loosely autobiographical tale by six white men in her home town of Abbe-
cast and crew (in particular, the justly skepti- is set mainly in Gerwig’s home town of Sacra- ville, Alabama. Those men faced no charges,
cal and sarcastic production manager, played by mento, in the 2002-03 academic year, and cen- but Taylor and her family took great risks to
Seth Rogen). The movie sticks with Greg’s per- tered on Christine McPherson (Saoirse Ronan), reach out to the N.A.A.C.P., and the organiza-
spective; he is played by Dave Franco (James’s self-dubbed Lady Bird, a senior at a Catholic tion’s investigator, Rosa Parks, turned the un-
brother) as a bland and struggling young actor high school whose plan to escape to an East- redressed attack into a national issue. The di-
who yearns for stable normalcy but is pulled ern college is threatened by her grades and her rector Nancy Buirski’s documentary about this
into the chaotic vortex of Tommy’s generosity, parents’ finances. Lady Bird’s father (Tracy crucial but underrecognized historical moment
vanity, obliviousness, and domineering energy. Letts), with whom she shares a hearty complic- reconstructs the details of the attack, the legal-
Yet the comedy, for all its scenes of giddy won- ity, is about to lose his job; her mother (Lau- istic sham of an all-white system, the intrepid
der, never gets past Tommy’s mask of mystery; rie Metcalf), with whom she argues bitterly, ingenuity of Parks and her colleagues—and
avoiding speculation and investigation, it stays is a nurse who works double shifts to keep the the area’s unresolved tensions over the case,
on the surface of his public and private shtick, family afloat. Literary and willful, Lady Bird even now. It features extraordinary interviews
leaving little more than a trail of amusing an- joins the school’s musical-theatre troupe, with with Taylor’s sister, Alma Daniels; her brother,
ecdotes.—R.B. (In limited release.) results ranging from the antic to the romantic. Robert Corbitt; and, briefly, Taylor herself,
Afflicted with real-estate envy, she infiltrates the who is ninety-seven. (Buirski also interviews
Freud: The Secret Passion world of rich kids and risks losing true friends; relatives of the attackers.) But newly shot im-
In this 1962 bio-pic, John Huston lucidly con- she dates a Francophile rocker (Timothée Cha- pressionistic imagery, an overinsistent score,
jures the revolution that occurred in the draw- lamet) whose walk on the wild side is comfort- an excess of scholarly commentary (however
ing rooms and medical offices of fin-de-siècle ably financed. Meanwhile, her relationship with insightful), and editorial tricks of dramatic
Vienna. The profound script—which Huston her mother deteriorates. Deftly juggling char- reconstruction undercut the sacred power of
commissioned from Jean-Paul Sartre, who in- acters and story lines, Gerwig provokes aching Taylor’s and her family’s testimony. Nonethe-
sisted on remaining uncredited after its revision laughs with gentle touches (Metcalf’s etched less, the movie is essential viewing, not least
by Charles Kaufman and Wolfgang Reinhardt— diction nearly steals the show), but her direc- for its emphasis on the crucial role of women in
brings to life the discovery of such psychological tion remains self-effacing until late in the film, the civil-rights movement; it includes a letter
concepts as unconscious desires, the interpre- when several sharply conceived scenes suggest by Parks, about her struggle, as a teen-ager, to
tation of dreams, the free-association method, reserves of observational and symbolic ener- fend off a white man’s sexual aggression, that’s
transference, and, of course, the Freudian slip, gy.—R.B. (In limited release.) an exemplary political and literary work.—R.B.
but reserves the greatest drama for the notion (In limited release.)
of childhood sexuality and the Oedipus com- The Mascot
plex. Montgomery Clift burns with a fierce in- The animation pioneer Ladislaw Starewicz’s The Shape of Water
telligence as the young practitioner with a ti- weird, lumpy cross between “Toy Story” and When it comes to many-layered tales, Guil-
tanic imagination, and Susannah York, as Cecily “Petrouchka” is so ingeniously acted out by lermo del Toro is no novice. But even the fantas-
Koertner, his most troubling neurotic, movingly its puppet cast that it tickles you even when it tic beasts of “Pan’s Labyrinth” (2006), stalking
conveys the tormenting price of self-knowledge. makes you squirm. A group of toys—including a against the backdrop of the Spanish Civil War,
While in different hands (Orson Welles’s, for clown, an apache dancer, and a ballerina—break could not prepare us for the wild jostling of
instance) these radical themes could have in- loose while being sent from their impoverished genres in his latest film, which is set at the peak
spired more hallucinatory, probing, and inward creator to a store. Only a stuffed puppy dog, the of the Cold War. Sally Hawkins plays Elisa,
images, Huston nonetheless evokes an apt sense favorite of the artisan’s child, arrives (intact) who is lovelorn, unabashed, and mute. She lives
of wonder, admiration, and awe.—R.B. (Metro and is sold. But he falls from his new owner’s alone, next door to a commercial artist named
graph, Dec. 14.) car, ends up at a fearsome devil’s masque, and Giles (Richard Jenkins), and works as a cleaner,
goes face to face with a sneering Satan. The mix alongside her friend Zelda (Octavia Spencer), at
I, Tonya of warmth, wit, and terror is a kick for adults; a scientific facility. There she finds an unlikely
This comedic drama, directed by Craig Gilles- it might wig out kids. Released in 1933.—Mi beau: a scaly creature (Doug Jones) who has
pie, offers a detailed, empathetic view of Tonya chael Sragow (Anthology Film Archives, Dec. 17.) been brought from the Amazon to Baltimore,
Harding, the real-life Olympic figure skater where, it is hoped, he may be of use against
who, in 1994, was involved in a plot to injure The Other Side of Hope the Russians. Elisa teaches him sign language
her main rival, Nancy Kerrigan. (The script, This spare, puckish, yet ruefully clear-eyed co- and hatches plans to spring him from captiv-
by Steven Rogers, is partly based on his inter- medic drama, directed by Aki Kaurismäki, is ity. Given the presence of musical numbers,
view with Harding.) In the filmmakers’ version centered on the fate of Khaled (Sherwan Haji), dance sequences, and foreign spies, plus a sur-
of the story, Tonya, as a child, is bullied and a young man from Aleppo who arrives clandes- prising frankness about sexual bliss, you would
beaten by her mother (Allison Janney), who’s de- tinely in Helsinki and applies for asylum there. expect the movie to fall apart, yet it all hangs
picted as a brutally judgmental waitress with big Kaurismäki’s calm and plain style is well suited together, held tight by the urgency of the char-
dreams for her daughter—and the adult Tonya to the step-by-step observation of the immigra- acters’ feelings and the easy force of the magic.
(played by Margot Robbie), a bold and gifted tion system’s oppressively officious approach to With Michael Stuhlbarg, as a sympathetic soul
athlete, escapes her mother’s clutches by marry- Khaled and his fellow-applicants. Khaled’s story in a white coat, and Michael Shannon, as the
ing Jeff Gillooly (Sebastian Stan), who also beats is told in parallel with that of a gruff, middle- candy-crunching villain.—A.L. (12/11/17) (In
her. Though Tonya rises brilliantly through the aged salesman named Wikström (Sakari Kuos- wide release.)
sport’s competitive ranks, the skating establish- manen), whose tale is a multilevel fantasy that
ment holds her gaudy taste, rough manners, and starts with his brusque abandonment of his wife Within Our Gates
rude family against her. That endemic class dis- (Kaija Pakarinen) and continues on to his pur- Oscar Micheaux’s bold, forceful melodrama,
crimination and the ensuing bad publicity are chase of a restaurant after winning at high-stakes from 1919—the oldest surviving feature by a
the backdrop for Jeff ’s scheme to harm Kerri- poker. When Khaled is denied asylum, he goes black American director—unfolds the vast polit-
gan—and for the beleaguered and abused Ton- on the run. Wikström soon finds him hiding ical dimensions of intimate romantic crises. Ev-
ya’s inability to oppose it. The heart of the movie behind the restaurant’s garbage cans, takes him elyn Preer stars as Sylvia Landry, a young black
is its recognition of Tonya’s dependence on peo- in, gives him a job, and selflessly helps him find woman in a Northern town, who suffers a broken
engagement. She heads home to the South and somely. Along with his revulsion at the hateful
becomes a teacher in an underfinanced school; rhetoric and murderous tyranny of Southern
travelling to Boston to do fund-raising, she whites, Micheaux displays a special satirical dis-
meets an ardent doctor (Charles D. Lucas) and gust for a black preacher who offers his parishio-
a white philanthropist (Mrs. Evelyn), who help ners Heaven as a reward for their unquestioning
with the cause. With a brisk and sharp-edged submissiveness. Micheaux’s narrative manner
style, Micheaux sketches a wide view of black is as daring as his subject matter, with flash-
society, depicting an engineer with an inter- backs and interpolations amplifying the story;
national career, a private eye with influential a remarkable twist regarding Sylvia’s identity,
friends, a predatory gangster, devoted educa- slipped in at the end, opens up a nearly hallu-
tors—and the harrowing ambient violence of cinatory historical vortex. Silent.—R.B. (Film
Jim Crow, which he shows unsparingly and grue- Society of Lincoln Center, Dec. 21, and streaming.)
through the East Village, waving flags of cor- Raider,” better in “Hackers” and “Mr. and
responding shades. (Various locations. make Mrs. Smith”—tackles the story of Loung Ung,
musicny.org. Dec. 21.) who was forced into combat training as a child
under the Khmer Rouge in nineteen-seventies
1 Cambodia. “First They Killed My Father,” co-
AUCTIONS AND ANTIQUES produced and co-written by Jolie, is the Net-
flix feature film based on Ung’s memoir of the
The season comes to a close, as usual, with same name; the duo appear here in conversa-
a series of auctions devoted to design. After tion, before a screening of the film. (1395 Lex
a general sale featuring such curiosities as a ington Ave. 2124155500. Dec. 14 at 7:15.)
PHOTOGRAPH BY JONNO RATTMAN FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
more suitable for a place that’s now smoked salmon) are folded into pockets has an array of circular tables, gathered in clusters,
named for the center of a holy land: of injera that serve as perfect vehicles for as if at a cabaret. But what takes place on the broad
stage is a nightly enticement of the intellect. A
Tsion Café. moving food from plate to mouth, and “Pregame Your Brain” happy hour offers the chance
Beejhy Barhany, Tsion’s co-owner, can for mopping up any remains. For those to learn about subjects like famous female scientists;
usually be found behind the counter of who don’t like injera, a chicken tibs can the more musically inclined can take in an “impro-
vised ‘hip-hopera’” in the style of “Hamilton,” by
this Sugar Hill restaurant. Her smile be ordered with tomato-infused jollof the group North Coast, which seeks to “quench the
belies her journey. When she was a child, rice, from West Africa. To drink, have people’s thirst for historical raps.” For those more
she and her family, who are part of a the tart ginger tea, cold in the summer conventionally thirsty, a modest array of beer and
wine, targeted toward the thoughtful drinker, is
deep-rooted community of Ethiopian and steaming hot in winter. offered at reasonable prices: Lindemans framboise,
Jews called Beta Israelis, left East Africa True to the building’s roots, there’s sharp and tangy, makes any panel discussion a shade
on foot to get to Israel. When they ar- still lots of music here. Much of it is bubblier; cabernet and sauvignon blanc, from South
Africa and the Loire Valley, are mellow and smooth.
rived, they faced discrimination because jazz—the most popular nights feature One wall is lined with a small but eclectic collection
they were black. Almost twenty years the Grammy Award-winning tenor sax- of books for sale, from memoir to scientific tome;
ago, Barhany decided to move to Amer- ophonist Wayne Escoffery—but Tsion they are surrounded by card-catalogue drawers and
plush leather armchairs, as if taken directly from a
ica, because she appreciated its diversity, has also hosted open mikes for poets and professor’s parlor. At a recent event, the journalist
and in 2014 she opened Tsion, trans- singers as well as for indie and folk acts. Atossa Abrahamian described accompanying a
forming the Chicken Shack into a beau- In the corner is a small library, with Luxembourgian delegation to an asteroid-mining
company’s headquarters and listening to a sales
tiful art-filled nook lined with blue ban- works by the likes of W. E. B. Du Bois. pitch on legal loopholes. At one point, her fellow-
quettes which leads to a sunny back yard. Barhany says it’s a way of giving back, panelist Denton Ebel, a geologist with a focus on
The excellent food at Tsion reflects and honoring the history of this long meteorites, asked if anyone in the audience could
explain the Outer Space Treaty of 1967. So many
Barhany’s wanderings. There are tradi- basement on St. Nick. (Dishes $11.25-$32.) hands shot up there were hardly any left to clasp
tional Ethiopian dishes, including a —Nicolas Niarchos cold beers.—Talia Lavin
COMMENT father, and a plea deal that Mueller There have been a few eloquent pro-
HOW LOW WILL THEY GO? struck with Michael Flynn, the former tests from members of Congress who
national-security adviser, indicates that are retiring or seem to think that they
hen Sarah Huckabee Sanders, Trump’s son-in-law, Jared Kushner, have nothing left to lose politically.
W the White House spokeswoman,
was explaining last week why President
may be under scrutiny, too. Mueller
may also have turned his attention to
After the Washington Post first pub-
lished reports of Moore’s predation,
Trump had chosen to endorse Roy records related to Trump’s finances. several Republicans denounced him,
Moore in this week’s special election for Last Monday, the day that Trump en- and the Republican National Com-
the U.S. Senate, in Alabama, she made dorsed Moore, Axios reported that one mittee pulled out of a joint fund-raising
the decision sound natural—and per- of the President’s lawyers, echoing agreement with him. But, last week,
haps, in the current political moment, Richard Nixon, had suggested that what when Trump let the R.N.C. know that
it was. Moore may be facing multiple might count as obstruction of justice he was supporting Moore, it began
allegations that he preyed on teen-age for others would not in Trump’s case— pouring money into his campaign. “The
girls (he has denied “sexual miscon- because if the President does it, it isn’t President says jump and the RNC
duct”), but Trump, Sanders said, sees really a crime. But each day dawns with jumps,” a Party official told the Wall
him as “a person that supports his a possibility that Trump will disgrace Street Journal.
agenda.” That prompted a reporter to the Presidency more than he already The Senate Majority Leader, Mitch
wonder how much of an agenda they has, whether he is insulting Native McConnell, for his part, backed away
shared. Does Donald Trump, he asked, Americans or mangling relationships from his own previous condemnation
“agree with Roy Moore that Muslims with our most trusted allies. of Moore, saying on “Face the Nation,”
should not be allowed to serve in Con- It would be inaccurate, though, to “The people of Alabama are going to
gress?” “I haven’t asked him about a past say that the President has acted alone, decide a week from Tuesday who they
statement from Roy Moore,” Sanders or without the coöperation of his party. want to send to the Senate. It’s really
said. Her answer just about summarizes up to them.” There had been talk that
the nihilism of Trump’s Washington, McConnell and his colleagues might
where, when questioned whether the help mount a write-in candidacy, or
President would ban a religious group take some other measure to block
from Capitol Hill, his spokeswoman Moore. Polls showing that Moore still
won’t say for sure without checking. had a good chance of beating the Dem-
In less than a year in office, Trump ocratic challenger, Doug Jones, appar-
has led the G.O.P. into situations and ently persuaded McConnell to rethink
alliances so degraded that the Party his position. (On Wednesday, however,
may never fully recover, even as he he joined calls for Senator Al Franken,
ILLUSTRATIONS BY TOM BACHTELL
LIP-SYNCH DEPT. Davies—who is thirty-eight but has included an engraving showing his
HIGH NOTES the boyish looks of the chorister he once swearing-in at the Church of San Jerón-
was—spoke in the library of the His- imo el Real, in Madrid, attended by
panic Society of America, at Broadway hordes of Castilian nobility. “There’s
and 155th Street. “I’ve never been this someone wearing glasses,” Davies ob-
far uptown,” Davies said. “Not even to served, with pleasure. “I always like it
the Apollo. I want to go to the Apollo.” when I find the one person with glasses.
The museum is closed for renova- In York, where I live, there’s fourteenth-
estyn Davies, the British counter- tions, but it had opened its doors so that century stained glass, and in one image
IYorker.
tenor, is spending a season as a New
Throughout the fall, he appeared
Patrick Lenaghan, the curator of prints
and photographs, could meet with Da-
a man has glasses.”
In the play, Farinelli provides a kind
at the Metropolitan Opera, in “The Ex- vies in order to show him what traces of music therapy for the King, who
terminating Angel,” a thrilling adapta- of the music-loving Spanish king— suffered from severe depression. Len-
tion by Thomas Adès of the film by played on Broadway by Mark Rylance, aghan showed another manuscript, with
Luis Buñuel, about an élite dinner party who is married to van Kampen—per- a delicately colored image of Philip and
that becomes an inescapable nightmare. sist in the unlikely environs of Wash- his wife, Elizabeth Farnese, who, in
This month, he makes his Broadway ington Heights. Philip V, Lenaghan ex- 1737, imported Farinelli to Madrid from
début in “Farinelli and the King,” a play plained, was the first Bourbon monarch London, hoping that his singing might
by Claire van Kampen, about the rela- of Spain—imported from France as a help the monarch. “Something was
tionship, in the eighteenth century, be- dashing young man when the previous wrong with him,” Lenaghan said. “They
tween King Philip V of Spain and Carlo king, Charles II, died without an heir. don’t know if he was bipolar, or manic-
Broschi, the most famous castrato of “We have a portrait that shows how depressive. The period term is ‘melan-
his day, known as Farinelli. Davies plays god-awful ugly Charles was—the re- choly,’ or ‘vapors.’ ” Farinelli spent the
the part of Farinelli’s singing voice, and sult of massive Habsburg inbreeding,” better part of two decades in Spain,
hovers onstage behind Sam Crane, the Lenaghan said. outliving Philip and also serving his
actor who plays the rest of him. “I don’t He turned the pages of a large successor, Ferdinand VI. He performed
know what it’s like for the audience,” leather-bound catalogue of Spain’s mon- privately for the King and his family
Davies said the other day. “At first, they archs, up to and including Philip V, almost every day.
are a bit confused—‘Hang on, who’s made during his reign to illustrate his “In my experience, it’s much easier
this?’—and then very quickly it becomes claim to the throne. Another book to sing for four thousand people than
clear that we’re the same person. That’s showed the young king on a charger for one person,” Davies said. “So Fari-
what theatre is about—you suspend rampant, curls flowing and cape blow- nelli, when he went to sing for the King,
your disbelief.” ing—Davies nodded approvingly—and it wasn’t so much ‘He’s a king, he’s going
36 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
to behead me if I sing badly.’ It must signs of the unfathomable new. To wit: Still harboring questions, the visi-
have been much more personal.” Da- in the past month, the number of UN- tor went up to the chain’s Flatiron shop.
vies admitted that some singers have TUCKit stores in Manhattan has gone “Were people tripping over their shirt-
an easier time than others, and recalled from one to four. tails previously?” he asked a salesper-
a friend with whom he once attended Eager to understand the cultural son named Stephanie.
a bachelor party. “He drunkenly walked significance of a shirt whose shortened, “It is what it is,” she replied.
into a bar in Bournemouth and sang curved shirttails are meant to be worn Warming to the philosophical cast
to this table of women, and wouldn’t untucked, a visitor stopped in at the of the discussion, the visitor brought
shut up,” Davies recalled. “He’s a tenor, UNTUCKit store on Prince Street. up the waist-level flounce that adorns
of course.” He told a young salesman that a friend some women’s clothing. Adopting an
Having sung as a boy in the choir of had recommended the brand’s shirts, expression midpoint on the smile-
St. John’s College, Cambridge, Davies and added, “I wasn’t sure what the ap- grimace continuum, he asked, “Is UN-
let his singing career lapse in his early propriate emotional response was. I TUCKit the male peplum?”
teens—his voice dropped; he discovered mean, is that like saying ‘You look good Stephanie weighed in with a quick
girls—before becoming aware of his in blue,’ or more like ‘You should wear no on the peplum question, pointing
countertenor capacities. Farinelli’s voice out that a button-down shirt empha-
never dropped: he was castrated before sizes its wearer’s rectangularity, while
puberty, which resulted in a voice that a peplum renders a torso bell-shaped.
was extraordinarily high, clear, and pow- “You’re right,” the visitor conceded.
erful. Playing a castrato requires a leap “UNTUCKit is less male peplum and
of imagination, or empathy—the prac- more gringo guayabera.”
tice of castration was, thankfully, dis- The visitor finally found some clar-
continued in the nineteenth century, ity when he arrived at the UNTUCKit
and the true sound of Farinelli’s voice branch in the financial district, with
can only be guessed at. (Scratchy re- the help of a calm, knowing sales-
cordings endure of just one castrato, woman. The visitor told her, “I’m a
Alessandro Moreschi, who was born a longtime tucker-inner, so I’m not sure
century and a half after Farinelli.) if I’m ready for this. I sometimes suck
Lenaghan brought out one more en- my stomach in when I’m around at-
graving from the court of Philip V. “My tractive young people.”
costume is almost identical!” Davies The saleswoman counselled, “I think
said, and puzzled over the knot in the you’re ready.”
King’s cravat—it was tied differently “Part of my reluctance is that the
from the way in which Davies had been name of your company rhymes with a
tying his. Or maybe it was simply askew? popular expression,” the visitor confided.
Davies snapped a picture on his iPhone dress shields’?” The salesman trilled, “A popular expression signalling a col-
to show Rylance. “I would like to stay “Absolutely!,” which did not settle the lapse of will.”
and stare at these things all day,” Da- matter. The saleswoman smiled. “But we’re
vies said. “Seeing old things in New Minutes later, the visitor, having not there yet,” she said. She stationed
York is really nice. That’s the one thing tried on a light-blue UNTUCKit dress the visitor in a dressing room and
I miss being here. I haven’t seen a really shirt, found himself gazing at his mid- brought him a variety of UNTUCKit
old building. I haven’t been able to touch section in one of the store’s tall mir- shirts, including a forest-green flannel
something that’s been there for a really rors, while two salespeople looked on. that looked striking when he tried it
1
long time.” He expressed his concern that the shirt on. Even so, he told her that he needed
—Rebecca Mead made him look “five years younger, but time before spending ninety dollars on
ten pounds heavier.” He went on, “A a garment that had been the source of
ON AND OFF THE AVENUE headline on the UNTUCKit Web site so much introspection.
SHIRTTAILS reads ‘Compliment your holiday waist- The next day, the visitor returned
line.’ So I think we’re trafficking in to the store, disappointed not to find
flab-ouflage here, no?” the helpful saleswoman. Recounting
The chattier of the salespeople re- his UNTUCKit peregrinations, the
assured him, “It’s just the look now.” visitor told a new salesman, “I’ve had
The visitor wondered whether a shirt to deal with some uncomfortable
that’s designed to be worn untucked truths.”
s New Yorkers stumble, mario- promotes the idea that a shirt is just a “Well, welcome back,” the salesman
A nettelike, through the middle pas-
sage of life, many keep a lookout for
human-shaped napkin that can be
thrown in the wash.
said.
At the checkout counter, the visitor
indications of their own increasing Chatty interjected, “All our shirts pointed to his green-flannel purchase
crankiness. They shudder at warning are machine-wash, drip-dry.” and asked what the little triangle of
38 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
cloth stitched to the left front shirttail point of entry. It has to be spring-
was. The clerk explained that it was loaded. It’s not an idea for a song. I
the UNTUCKit logo. The visitor re- don’t have any memory of ever having
plied, “It reminds me of the toggle pull an idea for a song. I just know that, if
on an airplane life jacket.” Pull it, and I begin writing, a song will happen.”
it might save your life. But not before He stopped before a large drawing. The
inflating your midsection to twice its card beside it read “Are You in Orbit?”
1
normal size. “That’s a good one,” he said.
—Henry Alford Henry, who is fifty-seven, now lives
in Los Angeles. For a while, he and his
THE MUSICAL LIFE wife owned the Garfield House, in
LATE GREAT South Pasadena, where President James
Garfield’s widow, Lucretia, lived out
her years. Henry is a loquacious dis-
penser of anecdotes and aesthetic ru-
minations, which he chalks up to his
Southern provenance. (He’s prone to
statements like “The only reason I’d
“ Idon’t know a single peer of mine
who has sold as few records as I
want to be President would be to have
Eudora Welty read ‘Petrified Man’ at
Joe Henry
have and still continues to do what my inaugural.”) His father was an ex- The album won a Grammy. Henry
they want to do,” Joe Henry, the ecutive engineer for Chevrolet. “If you would go on to produce Burke’s last
singer-songwriter and producer, said were a lifer, you sort of snaked your recording.
recently. What does Joe Henry want way to Detroit,” Henry said. Charlotte, This got Henry into a weird inad-
to do? Make records of his own. How Atlanta, Ohio (a classmate there was vertent subcategory, that of producing
does he get to do it? By producing Jeffrey Dahmer: “I rode the school bus great and soon-to-be-late artists’ final
records for others. (There are other with him, went to his house once”), records—“though they didn’t know it
things he likes to do. For example, a and then Rochester, Michigan. “That’s at the time.” There followed valedic-
few years ago he co-wrote, with his where I got to know my wife’s family. tions from Jimmy Scott, Mose Allison,
brother, a book about Richard Pryor. Her older sister and I were in the the- and, most notably, Allen Toussaint.
But that has nothing to do with mak- atre department in high school. I was “My mother said to me once, ‘Are
ing records.) cast as her son in a play about the night you worried that people are going to
Henry was taking a turn through Thoreau spent in jail.” start calling you the Undertaker?’ ” He’d
midtown the other day, a victory lap He used to not talk about his con- recently been working on an album
of a kind, to mark the recent release of nection to the elder Ciccone, but, once with Joan Baez. “When we started that,
his album “Thrum,” his fourteenth, and Madonna recorded a few songs they’d my bassist whispered, ‘Does she know?’ ”
the completion, two days earlier, in co-written, he felt he could. “I abso- From the museum, he headed down
Nashville, of one for the Milk Carton lutely love her ferociously,” he said. Fifth Avenue, to browse the wares at the
Kids. He wanted to see the Louise “The day Elvis Presley died, which is JJ Hat Center, a hundred-year-old shop.
Bourgeois exhibit at the Museum of her birthday, I remember her saying “Rodney Crowell said to me one day,
Modern Art. His wife, Melanie Cic- that she felt his spirit pass through ‘Son, a hat is not a toy.’ He was edify-
cone, who is Madonna’s sister, is a tex- her. It struck me as an arrogant state- ing me. I wear a hat because I’m a gin-
1
tile artist, and this exhibit featured some ment. Now I’d be hard pressed to dis- ger and a Celt in Southern California.”
relevant work. prove it.” —Nick Paumgarten
In the late eighties, Melanie and Joe Amid his early struggles to sell rec-
had an apartment in Carroll Gardens— ords, he was fortunate, in 1990, to come INK
“before anyone lived in Brooklyn,” he under the tutelage of T Bone Burnett, GHOSTING
said—and would meet every Thursday who initiated him into the production
night in Manhattan for dinner. Thurs- game. This led him to interview for a
days were also pay-what-you-want at gig with the preacher and soul singer
MOMA. (For a not-yet-anyone, that Solomon Burke. “I had breakfast with
means pay-zero.) “I made it a point to him in an old-school deli in the Val-
come here before dinner and wander ley,” Henry said. “He’s in a booth. Four
around for a couple of hours with a hundred pounds of man. He’s on some ans of the pick-a-thing genre of
notebook and read titles,” he said. Last
year, he came out of a Diane Arbus ex-
strict diet—salad, lox—but I order pork
chops and eggs. He says, ‘Dr. Henry,
F nonfiction know that the narrower
the noun the better the book. This
hibit there with a long list of them. “I are you gonna have biscuits with that?’ season, joining treatises on cod, coal,
haven’t been able to do anything with And I say, ‘If they have biscuits, I will and kitchen utensils, there is a new
them yet,” he said. “A title for me is a have them.’ And he says, ‘You’re hired.’ ” work that one British critic called “the
40 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
Cloister at Winchester. In the autumn
term, it was always cold, and there was
a sort of light fog, and I was late for
class, and there was some figure that
must have been a shadow. But it was
monklike, and there are no monks
around there.”
“A very distant relative of mine mur-
dered a girl on Bodmin Moor, and the
rumor was that she walked there on
the fourteenth of every April.”
“A friend of my father lived in one
of the oldest inhabited houses in En-
gland. He died, and, during the fu-
neral reception, someone took a pho-
tograph in the room in which he liked
to sit. When it was developed, there
was a clear picture of him.”
“There was a strange smell, almost
sickeningly sweet. Like tea rose—too
sweet, too intense. You know when
you get flowers that are slightly off ?”
Owens told a ghost story from John
Aubrey (“Anno 1670, not far from
“It’s right there in the e-mail, John—knife fight.” Cyrencester, was an Apparition”), and
even her publisher confessed to hav-
• • ing once felt a nonthreatening pres-
ence in an old farmhouse in Cornwall,
in 1974. But the eeriest stories of the
definitive cultural history of an in- paintings at the Victoria and Albert night came from a guest named Sarah
definable subject”: “The Ghost,” by Museum, has a gray chignon and dark Rendall, who grew up at Knole House,
Susan Owens. It examines ghoulish eyes. She was wearing a scarlet crushed- a mansion that her family, the Sack-
art and literature, from a fifteenth- velvet blazer and the type of leather villes, acquired in 1603.
century rood screen depicting a pair ankle boots you might encounter in “In the maids’ quarters, there was a
of fashionably dressed skeletons to the an albumen silver print, one of which, marble wash table, and I remember
Christmas Eve cameo of Marley’s “Georgiana Houghton, Tommy Guppy summer afternoon light, and the china
ghost to the “everyday apparitions” of and a Spirit” (1872), she discusses as jumping up and down in this marble
Muriel Spark. Its cover is black, with an example of the Victorian vogue for thing,” she said. “The noise was hor-
some white swirly things that might photographs of mediums. Owens was rific. On another occasion, I went to
just be the wind. On Amazon recently, elated to have just discovered that St. Bar- sleep and had a nightmare. When I
it was the No. 1 best-seller in “Ghosts & tholomew the Great is supposedly awoke, I saw this absolutely beautiful
Poltergeists.” haunted by the painter William Ho- white hand. It took my hair band off
On a “suitably misty and spooky” garth, who was baptized there in 1697 and put it on the pillow.”
evening—her publishers had sent out and is said to roam the premises wear- Her husband, Simon Rendall, had
an e-mail rejoicing at the weather— ing a cocked hat. When asked if she’d his own story, passed on to him by his
Owens was celebrating the book’s ever seen a ghost, she replied, “I think mother. It involved brass candlesticks
publication in the vaulted cloister of once, at a cottage in the North of En- and a woman in a black hat adorned
St. Bartholomew the Great, one of the gland. I was lent it by a friend, and it with cherries. As the urban campfire
oldest churches in London. (Not to belonged to an old relation, who was wound down, it occurred to an agree-
be confused with St. Bartholomew the dying at the time, and really wanted ably freaked-out partygoer that “ghost-
Less, it was the site of the fourth wed- to be there. The moment we opened ing” was perhaps the wrong word for
ding in “Four Weddings and a Fu- the door, we felt just a wall of hostil- cutting off communication with some-
neral.”) As book parties go, this one ity.” Upstairs, she said, someone had one without explanation or warning.
was pretty atmospheric. There were blacked out the bathroom mirror. She Ghosts, like the dead, are always with
tiger lilies and candles, and a plaque didn’t leave, because she had promised us. Hogarth, it turned out, had died
that read “To recall Helen Mary Bal- to oversee the installation of a wash- of a ruptured artery two hundred and
lard who died of wounds on March ing machine. fifty-three years earlier, exactly to the
31st 1941 as a result of enemy action It was a believing crowd: day. Wooo!
at sea.” Owens, a former curator of “As an adolescent, I was in the War —Lauren Collins
42 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
The turkey supply had already
begun to dwindle when one of the
event’s organizers arrived, pulling up
in an elegant but inconspicuous Range
Rover. His name is Kevin Lee, but ev-
eryone calls him Coach K, and, in the
world of hip-hop, he may be better
known than the Duke basketball im-
presario from whom he took his nick-
name. In the aughts, Lee managed two
of the city’s most important rappers—
Young Jeezy and then, a few years later,
Gucci Mane—undaunted by the fact
that the men had engaged in a bitter
and apparently bloody feud. Nowa-
days, he is both a manager and a re-
cord executive, guiding the careers of
Migos and a clutch of other young
hip-hop stars, including Lil Yachty,
who is twenty and calls himself the
King of the Youth. Lee is forty-six, an
age that offers some advantages of its
own. “With this gray beard, I’m a
O.G.,” he says. “When I say some-
thing, they listen—like, ‘Oh, the O.G.
must have been through it.’ ” But he
prides himself on being open to what-
ever musical mania is currently seiz-
ing the young people who tend
to be his clients, and his customers.
“When I visit my friends, I sit with
their kids, and we talk about music,”
he says. “And my friends be like, ‘How
the hell do you understand that shit?’
I’m like, ‘This is what I love, and this
is what I do.’ ”
Lee is a former college basketball
player, and he walks with a strut that
ONWARD AND UPWARD WITH THE ARTS turns out, on closer inspection, to be
a limp, the lingering effect of an inci-
STREET SENSE
dent that ended his athletic career. He
says that he was visiting some friends,
who happened to be drug dealers,
How Coach K guides Atlanta’s hip-hop stars. when they were raided—not by the
police but by rivals with shotguns,
BY KELEFA SANNEH who strafed Lee’s leg so thoroughly
that he spent a year relearning how to
walk. He is, in person, every bit as
even hundred turkeys, two rap- that seem to consist of nothing but watchful as one might expect a hip-
S pers, and an intermediate num-
ber of onlookers had assembled in
interjections. It was the Friday be-
fore Thanksgiving, and the two were
hop godfather to be, but a good deal
friendlier. In Atlanta, his adopted
the parking lot of a Kroger super- standing in the back of a U-Haul home town, he seems to know and
market on Cleveland Avenue, on the truck, facing a growing crowd of peo- like everyone he comes across.
scrappy south side of Atlanta. The ple who wanted turkeys or pictures When Lee turned into the park-
rappers were Quavo and Takeoff, two or both. Takeoff grabbed a carton ing lot, he was met at once by an ac-
ICONS BY LA TIGRE
of the three members of Migos, the and opened it. “We shipping them quaintance who was, like countless
dominant hip-hop group of the mo- boxes out,” he barked—Migos can young people in the city, an aspiring
ment—known for exuberant, off- turn just about any handful of words musician. “I D.M.’d you a song,” she
kilter tracks, like “Bad and Boujee,” into a memorable refrain. said. “Now I caught you in real life.
44 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017 PHOTOGRAPH BY PHILIP MONTGOMERY
I’ma keep D.M.’ing you until you get people he doesn’t know. Thomas is rel-
tired of me.” Lee responded with a atively new to the music industry,
warm but noncommittal smile, and having evidently been successful in his
asked where he should put his car— first career, which he declines to dis-
the crowd was filling up all of the cuss. “He come from the streets,” Lee
closest parking spaces. She laughed says, by way of explaining why neither
and gestured toward a tow-away zone of them will explain more. Unlike Lee,
in front of the supermarket. “This who grew up in Indianapolis, Thomas
Cleveland Ave.,” she said. “You ain’t is from Atlanta, and, when the two
got to park right.” began working with Migos, Thomas’s
The location of the turkey give- local reputation was a great asset—he
away had been moved twice that af- was known to the proprietors of the
ternoon, from a school to a day-care city’s clubs as a generous patron, and
center to this parking lot, because no an unusually well-connected one. “It
one was eager to contend with the all came together,” Lee says. “My skills,
crowds that would be sure to come. his credibility.”
Between the popularity of Migos and Lee and Thomas launched their
the popularity of free turkeys, no ad- company in 2013. Its name, Quality
vance notice was required, and, if some Control, reflects the different sensi-
unsuspecting shoppers were surprised bilities of its founders: Thomas wanted
to be offered a turkey, none of them something starting with “Q,” to honor
seemed particularly shocked by the a friend of his who had been shot to
sight of Quavo and Takeoff holding death; Lee was inspired by a tag on
court in a U-Haul. Atlanta is the hip- the pocket of his designer jeans. For
hop capital of the world, which means a time, their base of operations was
that it is full of worldwide stars who a small, freestanding brick building
are also—and perhaps primarily— up the street from the Kroger, which
neighborhood guys. Quavo, who is they turned into a bunker-like music
twenty-six, grew up in Gwinnett studio. “Bricked up all the windows,
County, northeast of the city, with because the music game dangerous,”
Takeoff, who is twenty-three, and who Thomas says. The studio was in a res-
is Quavo’s nephew. The third mem- idential area, and some of the neigh-
ber, Offset, is twenty-five, and he is bors resented the constant traffic and
Quavo’s cousin, although he may be the occasional altercations; not long
better known, these days, as the fiancé after a bullet shattered the window of
of Cardi B, who this year became the a nearby house, Quality Control was
first reality-television star to find a forced to move. The company’s new
place on hip-hop’s A-list. Her show headquarters is a purpose-built suite
was “Love & Hip Hop: New York,” of offices and recording studios, tucked
on VH1; her breakthrough hit was into an industrial corner of a burgeon-
“Bodak Yellow,” which owned the sum- ing neighborhood near midtown. Lee
mer. Offset’s proposal was made, and drove there after the giveaway, which
accepted, onstage during a concert in he judged a success, not least because
October. Their wedding hasn’t yet been it reflected the same unpolished qual-
scheduled. “Everybody’s calling about ity that he prizes in music. A friend
it,” Lee says. “I think maybe we should called, and Lee described what had
shoot a movie, put it out on Valen- happened, sounding exuberant. “We
tine’s Day. I mean, ‘Girls Trip’ just did did it in the hood, man,” he said.
thirty million in one weekend.”
MISSILE OWNER
used on a relative than on an intruder—
yes, we store our arsenal on a shelf out
of the kiddies’ reach, and of course we’re
BY TEDDY WAYNE teaching them responsible nuclear-
missile protocol, requiring two-person
the bunker, just goofing off and waiting ready out there; if they can no longer be Remember: nuclear missiles don’t
for the dispersal of the nuclear fallout, purchased legally, they’ll just be sold on kill people. Nuclear bombs have killed
were the best we ever spent. the black market. And, if I’m at the park people. Get your facts straight before
Now my own six-year-old boy spends or a football game, or in an open-carry you launch a reckless attack.
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017 51
the video-sharing platform Meipai.
Launched in 2014, it is now the most
popular platform of its kind in China,
with nearly eight billion views per month.
In her videos, which last anywhere from
fifteen seconds to five minutes, she lip-
synchs to sentimental ballads, dances to
hip-hop, stages mini sketches, under-
goes beauty treatments, and lolls seduc-
tively in bed. Petite, with a delicately ta-
pering face, she can play the ingénue,
the diva, or the girl next door, and cos-
tume changes come at dizzying speed.
“Sometimes I look like something out
of a dream,” Honey said, flashing a smile
of dazzling bleached teeth. “Other times
I look like a mental patient. But a pretty
mental patient.”
HoneyCC understands the charm that
comes from undercutting perfection. Ro-
mantic walks with wholesome-looking
young men are upended by pratfalls.
Behind-the-scenes takes, in which she
talks to the camera with her mouth full,
foster a sense of casual intimacy. In a sketch
at a go-kart track, she struggles to remove
her helmet; when her head emerges,
makeup is smeared all over her face.
HoneyCC has millions of followers,
and receives more offers for product-
placement deals than she can accom-
modate (her advertisers include Givenchy,
Chanel, and H.P.). She runs successful
e-commerce stores that sell cosmetics
and clothing and she recently launched
ANNALS OF TECHNOLOGY her own makeup brand, What’s Up
HoneyCC. When she posted a five-
BEAUTY IS JUSTICE
minute video of herself dancing and
twerking in a pair of skinny jeans, she
sold some thirty thousand pairs. She is
Meitu’s apps are remaking China’s rising generation, one face at a time. a millionaire many times over.
I first met HoneyCC, in May, in
BY JIAYANG FAN Xiamen, a port city on the Taiwan
Strait. We were at the headquarters of
Meipai’s parent company, Meitu, Inc.
o neyCC likes to say that she scarcely ing career, a few years ago, she and some Its first product, in 2008, was a photo-
H remembers the last time someone
called her by her given name, Lin Chu-
friends set up an advertising business.
Many of her clients were social-media
editing app, also named Meitu (“beau-
tiful picture,” in Chinese), which young
chu. She took her online name from a companies, and her work for them led people seized upon as a means of en-
2003 movie starring Jessica Alba, about to an observation about the sector’s de- hancing their selfies. The company now
an aspiring hip-hop dancer and chore- velopment: first there was the text-based has a battery of apps, with names like
ographer named Honey who catches her service Weibo, the largest social-media BeautyPlus, BeautyCam, and SelfieCity,
break after a music-video director sees a network in China at the time; then peo- which smooth out skin, exaggerate fea-
clip of her performing. Something sim- ple started posting images. “But a sin- tures, brighten eyes.
ilar happened for HoneyCC, who also gle picture can only say so much,” she The apps are installed on more than
trained in hip-hop dance, as well as in told me recently. “To really communi- a billion phones—mostly in China and
jazz and Chinese folk styles, and was cate a message, you need a video.” the rest of Asia, but also increasingly in
equally determined to be discovered. Today, HoneyCC, who is twenty- the West, where Meitu seeks to expand
After an injury cut short her danc- seven, is one of the biggest stars on its presence. The company sells a range
52 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017 ILLUSTRATION BY JI LEE
of smartphones, too, designed to take even before they do,” she went on. “It’s a app, the personalities available—“boho,”
particularly flattering selfies: the front- mad rush when the eyes are on you, but “mystique,” and so on—are preset.
facing selfie cameras have more power- there’s no guarantee they’ll stay there.” Chen opened up the BeautyCam app
ful sensors and processors than those and the words “Beauty Is Justice!” flashed
on regular phones, and beautifying apps ver the entrance to Meitu’s head- up on the screen. The interface was laid
start working their magic the moment
a picture has been taken. Phone sales
O quarters, the company’s name is writ-
ten in slanted pink letters. The path to-
out like Candy Land, with a winding
path of rabbits, rainbows, and unicorns.
accounted for ninety-three per cent of ward it is flanked by human-size figures, Then came MakeupPlus, which not
Meitu’s revenue last year, and the com- resembling Teletubbies, coated in bright, only applies foundation, lipstick, blush,
pany is now valued at six billion dollars. glossy paint. An employee explained that eyeshadow, and mascara, but can also
Its I.P.O., a year ago, was the largest they represented aspects of the compa- dye your hair, shape your brows, and
Internet-company offering that the ny’s operations, such as marketing, prod- change your eye color. Meitu has re-
Hong Kong stock exchange had seen uct management, and programming. cently started partnerships with a num-
in nearly a decade. The building’s interior evoked a giant ber of cosmetics brands, including
Worldwide, Meitu’s apps generate Hello Kitty store. The walls were painted Sephora, Lancôme, and Bobbi Brown;
some six billion photos a month, and it Jordan-almond shades—the color scheme users can test products on their selfies
has been estimated that more than half changes every few months—and there and then be redirected to the brands’
the selfies uploaded on Chinese social were stuffed animals and bobblehead Web sites to place their orders.
media have been edited using Meitu’s dolls on the desks. Conference rooms were I asked a number of Chinese friends
products. HoneyCC told me that it is named for aspirational spring-break lo- how long it takes them to edit a photo
considered a solecism to share a photo cations: Hawaii, Bora-Bora, Fiji. (The av- before posting it on social media. The
of yourself that you haven’t doctored. erage age of the employees is twenty- answer for most of them was about forty
“Selfies are part of Chinese culture now, seven.) Stylishly clad men and women minutes per face; a selfie taken with a
and so is Meitu-editing selfies,” she pecked at computers that were covered in friend would take well over an hour.
said. In nine years, the company—whose garish stickers, like high-school lockers. The work requires several apps, each of
motto is “To make the world a more Chen Xiaojie, a twenty-seven-year- which has particular strengths. No one
beautiful place”—has almost literally old with caramel-colored contact lenses I asked would consider posting or send-
transformed the face of China. There’s and waist-length hair, gave me a demon- ing a photo that hadn’t been improved.
a name for this new kind of face, per- stration of Meitu’s most popular apps, on When I met Meitu’s chairman, Cai
fected by the Meitu apps, which you her Meitu M8 phone. Holding the de- Wensheng, later that day, he confirmed
now see everywhere: wang hong lian vice at arm’s length, she tucked in her that editing your pictures had become
(“Internet-celebrity face”). chin (“so the face comes out smaller”), a matter of ordinary courtesy. “In the
Internet celebrities themselves—the snapped a photo of us, and handed same way that you would point out to
name wang hong means “Internet red”— me the result. My complexion looked your friend if her shirt was misbut-
are newly ubiquitous in China. The most smoother, my eyes bigger and rounder. I toned, or if her pants were unzipped,
famous of them rival the country’s big- asked if I had been “P”-ed—the Chinese you should have the decency to Meitu
gest pop singers, and outrank most TV shorthand for Photoshopping. Chen said her face if you are going to share it with
and movie stars, in recognition and earn- that the phone had automatically “up- your friends,” he said. He took enor-
ings. Meitu takes a cut of what Meipai graded” me. “Only when you enjoy tak- mous pride in the fact that “Meitu” had
users make with their videos—as much ing selfies will you have the confidence entered the Chinese lexicon as a verb.
as thirty per cent in some instances, al- to take more,” she explained. “And only Cai is forty-seven and grew up in a
though no executives and few stars will when you look pretty will you enjoy tak- peasant family on the rural outskirts of
discuss the exact figures. The biggest ing selfies and ‘P’-ing the photo. It’s all Quanzhou, fifty miles up the coast from
names, like HoneyCC, become brand very logical, you see.” Xiamen. He said he owed his success
ambassadors. When she and I met, she Next, using the BeautyPlus app, she to China’s transformation “from a coun-
was about to go to a rehearsal for a con- showed me how to select a “beauty level” try where uniformity was absolute and
ference being held in a few days’ time to from 1 to 7—a progressive scale of pale- the entire populace wore two colors—
mark Meipai’s third anniversary—a round ness and freckle deletion. Then we could black and navy—to now, when you can
of parties, networking sessions, and work- smooth out, tone, slim, and contour our wear absolutely anything.” The power
shops for wang hong and wang hong wan- faces, whiten our teeth, resize our irises, of appearances first became clear to him
nabes. HoneyCC and her peers would cinch our waists, and add a few inches in at school, in the mid-eighties, when he
be sharing secrets of their success, while height. We could apply a filter—“celes- noticed how much attention a particu-
others took notes on how to join their tial,” “voodoo,” “edge,” and “vibes” are some lar girl received because she was the only
ranks, or perhaps even supplant them. of the options. A recently added filter pupil who owned a bra. He soon found
“The market is competitive and growing called “personality” attempts to counter- that there was money to be made sell-
more so,” she said; fans constantly de- act a foreseeable consequence of the tech- ing cosmetics on the sidewalk—“Own-
mand more variety, more polish, more nology: the more that people doctor their ing a tube of lipstick was an untold lux-
beauty. “You must feed them and encour- selfies, the more everyone ends up look- ury”—and dropped out of school after
age them and figure out what they like, ing the same. Like everything else in the ninth grade to pursue business ventures.
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Cai co-founded Meitu with another eying the noodles, was a young man Silicon Valley, where he’d talked to peo-
entrepreneurial Quanzhou native, Wu named Fu Yunfeng (a million follow- ple at YouTube and Google about his
Xinhong. The initial plan was to build ers). Both were wearing white shirts effort to expand the company by re-
a simplified Photoshop for what Cai and red ties, giving them the appear- cruiting new stars from major cities all
called lao bai xing. (The phrase means, ance of car-rental clerks. A makeshift over China. He said that his biggest
roughly, “just plain folks,” and Cai con- paper sign behind them—“Earn a challenge was the regionalism of Chi-
stantly applied it to himself.) Once Million Advertising Company”— nese taste. “It makes it exceedingly diffi-
user data started coming in, they saw suggested that they worked at an ad cult to produce hit content,” he told me.
that their app was overwhelmingly agency so unsuccessful that its employ- In English-speaking online culture, vid-
used by young women for selfie en- ees were nearing starvation. eos can go viral across many different
hancement. “The demand was there I had come to a tiny film set, at the countries. China was different, he said:
even though no one knew it,” he said. headquarters of Zi Yu Zi Le (“self- “It’s everything from exposure to the
He realized that the market for online entertainment, self-enjoyment”), a com- outside world and average education
beautification was his for the taking. pany that shoots videos for Meipai and level to sophistication and spending
Wu told me that user data remained a few other platforms. The pair on set power. In a single country, people are
central to the company’s strategy. “It really were creating an ad (for a new living realms apart.”
tells us, in real time, what we need to brand of bottled spring water), but, as A little later, a group of men arrived
know,” he said. In the beginning, peo- in many Meipai videos, there was a who looked as if they’d stepped out of
ple tended to favor a Japanese anime playful layer of self-reference. Deng’s a K-pop video—Meipai stars from all
look, with huge eyes and pale skin. Now business manager, Yang Xiaohong, over China who were in town for the
people have shifted to what he described handed me a copy of the script. On the anniversary conference. Yan poured tea
as “Euro-American wave,” a tacit ac- brink of death, the two workers agree and answered their questions about in-
knowledgment of the fact that the apps to play rock, paper, scissors for the last creasing their fan base. A quarter of
have a way of making people look more cup of noodles. But just then a call comes Meipai’s uploaders are men, and their
Western—for instance, by replacing sin- in from the spring-water company, videos tend toward comedy. A twenty-
gle eyelids, which are typical, though which wants to commission a commer- four-year-old with a degree in chemis-
not universal, among East Asians, with cial capitalizing on Deng’s popularity. try mentioned his breakout hit, a skit
a double eyelid fold. There is even a new “Wait,” I whispered to Yang. “Deng is about how different the reactions to
filter on BeautyPlus called “mixed blood,” supposed to be playing herself ?” Yang snow are in southern China, compared
used to achieve a Eurasian appearance. smiled, and said, “Deng is both playing with in the north. I wondered if the
Earlier this year, there was a spate of herself and not herself.” news was ever a good source for comic
outrage on social media after interna- The acting was exaggerated, as in a material, but when I asked there was si-
tional users pointed out that increasing “Saturday Night Live” skit, and ama- lence, punctuated by nervous laughter.
beauty levels in the app invariably re- teurish. Deng’s bangs kept obscuring “If you want to build an audience,
sulted in a lightening of skin color. closeups of her face, and Fu couldn’t especially a young one, you should prob-
The Meitu executives I spoke with decide whether resting his left arm or ably avoid politics,” one man said, even-
were careful to dispel the implication his right on the table better conveyed tually. “If you say something controver-
that their apps influenced people’s pre- “maximum desperation.” Take after take sial, you’ll get shut down. If you’re
conceptions about what is attractive. ended with Deng dissolving into gig- repeating what’s on the news, well, then,
“The Chinese notion of beauty has been gles. I flipped ahead in the script. Deng what’s the point?”
ingrained and uncontroversial for a long had only about fifteen lines, but it seemed “It’s not only about the censors,”
time,” the chief technology officer said. possible that the scene would never be someone else added. “Politics is also just
“Big eyes, double eyelids, white skin, high finished. not that interesting to our fans. They
nose bridge, pointed chin.” (This view is Yang assured me that the casualness are teen-agers and want to be amused
historically debatable, but widely held in of the acting and the modest produc- by stuff actually relevant to their lives.”
China.) Wu even implied that Meitu tion values were an asset.“On social media, It became clear, though, that most
was democratizing beauty, making it into traditional ads are no longer effective, of the stars approved of President Xi
something you could work at rather than because everyone knows they’re just a Jinping’s tough stance toward Western
a matter of genetic luck. “Lao bai xing put-on,” she said. “But if an online in- powers. “The way to succeed is to lis-
get to aspire to something more beauti- fluencer can embed a product in scenes ten to the Party and follow the govern-
ful than anything they have ever known,” that are basically her life, her followers ment,” one man said. Beyond that, they
Wu said. “That’s an achievement.” respond: they feel that using what she’s took no interest in politics and thought
using will bring them closer to her.” of China’s development as a genera-
ne afternoon in Xiamen, on the The production company was set up tional evolution. People born in the nine-
O seventh floor of a residential high-
rise, Deng Lanfei, a Meipai star with
two years ago, with the help of a four-
million-yuan investment from Meipai,
teen-seventies, one star explained, still
bear traces of the collectivist mind-set
three million followers, was hunched, and is run by a man named Yan Chi, of the days before Communism was
as if famine-stricken, over a cup of in- who is also HoneyCC’s boyfriend. When tempered by market reforms. “They only
stant noodles. Next to her, hungrily I spoke to him, he’d just returned from know what it’s like to please the group,
54 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
and don’t really have a sense of self,” he looks are considered core qualifications. ticipate in this culture is to verify your
said. The one-child policy meant that The new emphasis on appearance, she existence.” He recalled a student who
people born in the eighties are a bit said, was at the root of Meitu’s success: spent vast amounts of time pining for
more self-centered, and subsequent gen- “Meitu is in the business of manufac- a particular celebrity. One day, in a lot-
erations are even more so. Today’s teen- turing a desire for perfection, so that tery, she won a ticket to see him in per-
agers, he said, “want to stand out and you feel its gaze everywhere and find son. After agonizing for some time,
be individuals—to be like everyone else yourself conforming to—and confirm- she decided not to go. “I knew she
is just uncool.” ing—its standards.” wouldn’t go,” Wu said. “For her, this
Wen Hua, the author of “Buying I spoke to Wu Guanjun, a political celebrity might as well have been a deity.
Beauty,” a study of Chinese aesthetic theorist at a university in Shanghai who You don’t want to come face-to-face
standards and consumerism, confirmed also teaches at N.Y.U.’s campus there, with your god, because it’s frightening
that this appetite for individualism is a and he pointed out that the young not to think that you might see a pimple on
new phenomenon in a society that has only face a dysfunctional job market but his chin.”
long prized conformity. “The arrival of also are bombarded with images of media
Meitu and plastic surgery can seem an stars and of the fuerdai, China’s first rom Xiamen, I travelled to Chengdu,
opportunity to take ownership of your-
self and your body,” she said. “But is it
generation of trust-fund kids. Seeing
no connection between hard work and
F which has emerged as a leading cen-
ter of plastic surgery, to visit Xichan hos-
real individuality?” She saw the fanat- reward, young people increasingly opt pital, the largest cosmetic-surgery pro-
ical pursuit of beauty not as a genuine for the escapism of celebrity culture. Wu vider in Sichuan Province. It was founded
expression of independence but as a re- views Meitu as the epitome of this trend. twelve years ago by Zhang Yixiang, a
action to social and economic pressures. “It fills the emptiness because it pro- Sichuan native who originally trained
Whereas older Chinese grew up with vides distraction and stimulation,” he in public health but then realized the
the so-called Iron Rice Bowl (tie fan told me, and mentioned that, these days, profit potential of cosmetic surgery. “I
wan), the security of a life lived entirely the only way he can get his students to had a doctor friend who told me that
in government employment, today’s concentrate in class is by dropping ref- the surgeries cost a hundred yuan each
young people, Wen pointed out, have erences to the latest celebrities. but that clients were happy to pay two
no safety net and also face an economy I asked Wu if this was any different thousand or more,” he said. “I knew then
that produces many more college grad- from Kardashian-era America, and he it was going to be a growing market.”
uates than it does jobs for those with a said that pop culture in the West, hav- Ninety-eight per cent of Xichan’s pa-
degree. What’s more, the growth of ing had longer to develop, is more var- tients are women, most of them between
service industries has put a premium ied. In China, he felt, it is still possible the ages of eighteen and thirty-five. Nose
on self-presentation. The Iron Rice Bowl for celebrity worship to capture the en- jobs and blepharoplasties (which create
has been replaced by what’s sometimes tire culture. “Some of my students re- the double eyelid crease) are the most
known as the Rice Bowl of Youth (qing gard it as the defining feature of their popular procedures. Zhang said that in
chun fan)—low-level but decent-pay- existence, the thing that gives their life the early days, most clients were seek-
ing jobs in fields like public relations meaning when everything else seems ing to hide a scar or a physical defor-
and sales, for which youth and good out of their control,” he said. “To par- mity; now, he said, “more often than
not, it’s very attractive women who are
chasing perfection.”
A woman in her early thirties named
Xu Xueyi gave me a tour of the prem-
ises, which looked like a Versailles-
themed Vegas hotel—eight floors of or-
nate rooms and gilded corridors, shops
and spas. A profusion of synthetic flow-
ers, marble, and sparkling chandeliers
served to distract from the procedures
taking place out of sight. You might be
having your jawbone sawed down, in
order to give your face a dainty oval
shape, but, just across the hallway, you
could treat yourself to a jade-inlaid gold
necklace, get a perm or a manicure, or
pick up some body-slimming lingerie.
“We do everything here to make you
happy and satisfied,” Xu said brightly,
as she led me through a V.I.P. suite with
a Jacuzzi. Bandaged women in striped
robes passed by, guided by nurses who
waved at Xu. The nurses were all nota- she told me, adding that, over the years, expectations. It was clear that no amount
bly good-looking, and Xu confided that boyfriends had also chipped in. She said of intervention could transform my face
she’d had several procedures. “I injected with satisfaction that no one who’d into that of a wang hong.
my chin with filler to make it pointier known her at school would recognize
but didn’t like it, so I dissolved it two her now and that she’d destroyed every arrived back in Xiamen in time for
weeks later.”
Xu took me to one of the hospital’s
picture she could find of herself before
the surgeries began. “The beauty of pho-
Iwhich
Meipai’s anniversary conference,
took place in a sleek hotel near
senior surgeons, Li Bin, a man of fifty tos taken before the digital age is, if you Meitu’s headquarters. Around four
who spoke with scholarly placidity. destroy it, it’s gone for good.” hundred Meipai stars from all over the
“In the past, in conservative China, Li was devoted to Meitu, and used country were there. The youngest was
we used to prioritize a person’s inte- the apps to preview surger- four and the oldest seventy-
rior to the exclusion of all else,” Li told ies she was considering. Sur- two, but the majority ranged
me. “But, in today’s competitive world, gery and Meitu, she be- in age from late teens to
your appearance is an asset that you lieved, “clarify each other.” mid-twenties.
want to maximize.” He mentioned Recently, she’d been ap- A screen in the audito-
that it is normal for a job applicant’s proached by a wang hong re- rium displayed photos of
résumé to include a head shot, and, cruiting agency about de- Justin Bieber and other
indeed, plastic-surgery patients in veloping an online presence, global megastars who’d got
China are often more interested in the but she worried that the live- their start online, while
professional benefits of good looks than lihood would be too unsta- Meitu staffers explained to
in romantic ones. The procedures are ble, and, besides, she couldn’t the young hopefuls what the
viewed as a simple investment that will really sing or dance or act. future might hold if they
yield material dividends. The recruiter had said that she wouldn’t kept up their assiduous posting. Neon-
Since the rise of Meitu, a different need any skills, but she still wasn’t con- colored slide shows about e-commerce
kind of client has become more com- vinced. “I could never be as beautiful as and the monetization potential of ce-
mon: young, impressionable women a wang hong,” she told me, laughing. lebrity flashed by, but I soon realized
who bring pictures of their idols to his “You should consider getting some that the audience wasn’t paying much
office and ask to be given this or that work done, too,” Li said at one point. It attention. “At an event like this, it’s all
feature. He smiled and shook his head. was a comment I’d been hearing with about rubbing shoulders with stars who
“Expectations are higher than ever, and disconcerting frequency as I hung around have more influence,” a man named Mark
it’s hard to get through to clients about wang hong in China. One of the hos- explained. Mark was a rarity: a Cauca-
the recovery period and the risk of un- pital’s doctors, Li Jun, said she would sian wang hong. He was South African,
foreseen results,” he said. “To change give me a consultation, but I’d have to and had moved to China nine years ear-
the shape of a face requires cutting into wait till the evening; although it was a lier, in his mid-teens, when his father
the jawbone”—a procedure that West- Sunday, her schedule was packed. got a job there. With a mop of red hair,
ern doctors are reluctant to perform Our session lasted half an hour, he looked like Prince Harry, but lank-
except in cases of medical need, be- during which the chalk pen she used ier. “It’s about breaking into the stars’
cause of a significant risk of fatal com- to draw on my face was almost never circles and maybe sharing a photo of
plications—“but on Meitu the trans- at rest. By the end, my face resembled you posing with a wang hong who has
formation is instant and completely a military map in the late stages of a double or even ten times your fan base.”
controllable.” long battle. She began with structural All day, the room hummed with ner-
In the afternoon, I met a loyal cus- problems. My jaw was too square, my vous tension, and even the friendliest
tomer of the hospital named Li Yan. cheekbones too broad, and my eyelids interactions carried a competitive edge.
She was thirty and had had more pro- too droopy. My nose bowed outward—a Wang hong discussed the difficulty of
cedures than she could remember, start- “camel hump”—and I had a weak chin. getting a hair appointment, as everyone
ing in college: double-eyelid creation, After the half-dozen or so procedures was piling into the same few salons, and
eye-corner-opening, nose job, chin im- that it would take to ameliorate these how two-hour makeup sessions had
plant, lips injected to resemble “parted flaws, we could move on to smaller required them to skip breakfast. A
flower petals.” Almost every feature of things, which could be dealt with by a woman with wheat-colored hair and a
her face had been done a few times, but combination of Botox (for my shrunken lacy white sheath dress, who went by
she still felt as if she were a rough draft, forehead, my jaw muscles, and the creep- the screen name StylistMimi, told me
in the process of revision. “I don’t think ing crow’s-feet around my eyes) and that she thought of herself as a late
my nose bridge is quite high enough, filler (for my temples, the pouches under starter, having only been on Meipai for
and the tip doesn’t have the slight up- my eyes, my nasal folds, and my upper a year. With fewer than four hundred
turned arch I want,” she said. lip). The cost would be more than thirty thousand followers, she was anxious to
I asked Li, who works as an admin- thousand dollars. “There are still other make up for lost time. Another, named
istrative assistant in a regional bank, how things that could be done,” she said, as Liu Zhanzhan, warned that there was
she managed to afford all the surgery. I stared at my chalked-up face in the currently an oversaturation of wang
“It’s how I spend most of my money,” mirror, but she was careful to manage hong “incubators”—talent scouts like
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017 57
the one who had approached Li Yan. video was “the narcissistic kind,” he was chiefly inspired by Korean models
“They promise you everything, but you said: “I don’t speak at all but just look he follows on Instagram. Instagram is
sign a contract and you are basically beautiful.” This turned out to be his blocked in China, but he uses a V.P.N.
sold to them for six, seven, eight years,” favored mode. connection to get past this, the same
she said. “They manage hundreds of Abner’s following on Meipai is mod- way that other people access sites like
people, and, at the end of the day, how est, a mere hundred and forty thousand the New York Times and Twitter. He’d
many actually make it?” people; he is more into live streaming, even live-streamed from Seoul recently,
StylistMimi excused herself in order which demands much less in terms of while attending a friend’s birthday party,
to live-stream, holding up her phone to scripting and production design. But but the whole thing had been a fiasco.
give her followers a panorama of the live streaming has its hazards. “You’re He’d been completely unaware of a re-
room and narrating the proceedings in compelled to constantly stream or else cent diplomatic standoff between China
a syrupy voice. Live streaming, on Mei- your fans forget you,” he complained, and South Korea over the latter’s de-
pai or on a variety of other platforms, adding that he regularly spends eight- ployment of an advanced American mis-
such as Kuaishou and Huajiao—has hour stretches at his computer. To fill sile system known as THAAD, as a de-
emerged as an important revenue source the time, he said, “I put on makeup, or, fense measure against North Korea. For
for wang hong. As Mimi broadcast to if my makeup is already done, I sing months, Chinese TV had been saying
her fans, a real-time log of cash dona- karaoke, but I don’t have a good voice.” that the arrangement was a threat to
tions and other gifts appeared at the I asked if a lot of men use makeup. Chinese security and calling for boy-
bottom of her screen, in the form of “Increasingly, yes,” Abner answered. “But cotts of Korean goods. None of this had
icons of gold coins and flower bouquets. of course not everyone does as elaborate filtered down to Abner, who was star-
Those who donated got to ask ques- a job as me. My situation is a bit special tled by a sudden onslaught of hostile
tions, and one fan wondered what big- because of all my plastic surgery.” He’d comments from followers calling him a
name celebrities Mimi could spot. “Do begun reshaping his face when he was traitor to his country. “I don’t watch the
you see HoneyCC three rows ahead?” fifteen, having become fascinated by the news, and politics is the most boring
Mimi whispered, angling her phone to- way he could change his face with Mei- thing I can think of,” he said. “Before
ward the star. “I saw her from a distance tu’s apps. “They opened up this world leaving for Korea, I didn’t even know
but didn’t get a closeup. In real life, she where I could literally invent what I about that stupid missile. I told my fans
looks just O.K.” looked like,” he said. I booked the tickets months earlier, and,
An unforeseen complication of meet- Over the years, using money earned besides, the weather was perfect for out-
ing so many wang hong at once was that from a part-time job, he had steadily side photography.”
it was hard to keep them all straight. raised the bridge of his nose. He’d un- Abner was studying finance in col-
They tended to bear only an impres- dergone double-eyelid surgery, and then lege, but said, “I don’t go to classes much,
sionistic resemblance to their Meitu- he had the outer corners of his eyes ex- though I try to show up for the tests. I’ll
improved profile pictures. But anytime tended—a procedure known as lateral probably collect the degree, even if it’s
I took out my iPhone 6 to take a selfie canthoplasty. Abner told me that he completely pointless.”The idea of work-
with someone, I was rebuffed. People would have done the inner corners, too, ing in an office struck him as ludicrous,
would suspiciously ask what kind of but his doctor had told him he had no and he expressed contempt for the way
camera it was before walking away with extra skin there to cut. In all, he’d had his parents, who run a small cell-phone
expressions ranging from offense to pity. store, thought of nothing but work and
“I can’t allow you to take a picture of me constantly fretted about money. “What
with that camera—it’ll be too ugly,” a my parents don’t get is that being a wang
woman from Chongqing told me. I as- hong is much more practical than any
sured her that I was not a wang hong office profession,” he went on. “The truth
and would not be posting it, and we is that in China going to school is use-
reached a compromise: she would take less. The things my professors drone on
a selfie of us on her Meitu phone, edit and on about—can they actually help
her face, and then send the photo to me. me make money? The best-case scenario
“A regular camera can’t capture the half a dozen procedures on his eyes, and, is you’ll just be a lowly cog in a corpo-
whole of a person,” a young man with just a week before the conference, had ration owned by rich people and run by
shaggy bleached-blond hair and bril- completed a third remodelling of his their children.”
liant blue contact lenses told me, as he nose. “The stitches aren’t even out, and
showed off his editing skills. “It has no I’m not supposed to travel,” he said, show- hat evening, Meitu’s stars trooped
way of expressing the entirety of your
beauty.” He was nineteen, from Nan-
ing me bruising between his nostrils.
“But I don’t care. I’m here to meet fel-
T out to the hotel courtyard for a party.
Palm trees surrounding a kidney-shaped
jing, and called himself Abner, a name low wang hong, take group selfies, and pool were hung with lights, and people
he said he’d chosen because it sounded grow my fan numbers.” drifted around tables where cocktails,
“seductively exotic.” His Meipai career By now, Abner said, his live-streaming champagne, and seafood kebabs were
took off a year ago, after a short video income had paid for his surgeries sev- being served. Except for the guardian of
he posted made the daily “hot list.” The eral times over. He told me that his look the four-year-old wang hong, who splashed
58 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
around in the water, not a single adult
was in the pool. Although the women’s
bathroom was thronged with bikini-clad
wang hong examining themselves in a
full-length mirror, one of them explained
that swimming was out of the question:
there were so many selfies to be taken
and edited, and almost everyone was
live-streaming the event to their fans.
Nearby, drinking beers, were two
young men who didn’t look like wang
hong. They turned out to be equity
analysts at a Shanghai-based firm that
helps investors identify opportunities
in China’s Internet and media sectors.
“There’s more money floating around
at this party than any investor-relations
conference we’ve ever attended,” one of
them said. His name was Robert, and
he was from Texas. His colleague, who
was Chinese and went by the name JC,
said that the lavishness of the event was
Meitu’s way of marketing itself to its “It’s always painful to learn the truth about Santa.”
stars: “Meitu needs its wang hong to pro-
mote it as a top brand.” • •
On a stage near the pool, the eve-
ning’s entertainment began. A Korean-
Chinese boy band launched into a took one of her arms and tried to pro- I took out my phone and scrolled
Backstreet Boys-style number, to happy pel her to the exit that she began walk- through his videos. Abner’s eyes were
screams from the audience. Next up was ing, her head still turned toward the large and imploring, his complexion so
a man in shades who rapped about his music and her smile unchanged. As the pale that, when he happened to pose in
journey to Xiamen from Shenyang. guards succeeded in ejecting her, I re- front of a white wall, the face he had so
HoneyCC danced with a few friends alized that she was the most beautiful painstakingly sculpted melted into the
near the stage, and a crowd flocked person at the party. background and became almost invisi-
around her, phones aloft as they streamed Meitu employees like to describe the ble. In one video, a single wisp of hair
the spectacle to their followers. Every company’s products as “an ecosystem of had been artfully primed to keep falling
gesture of greeting and intimacy was beauty,” but ecosystems are inherently in his eye. He would brush it away with
also a pose for a selfie, and people were diverse, whereas Meitu and the trends his arm. He was wearing a ruffled shirt
too busy live-streaming to make con- it epitomizes seem to be moving China too big for his skinny frame, and the
versation. “Take the party out of your in the direction of homogeneity. A over-all effect somehow called to mind
phones,” the d.j. repeatedly pleaded, but generation of Chinese, while clamor- the Little Prince. In another, he played
his exhortations were themselves filmed ously asserting forms of individualism languorously with a piece of cheesecake
and disseminated to millions of viewers. that would have been unthinkable for but never quite took a bite.
I caught sight of an older woman, their parents and grandparents, is also Below each video came the com-
perhaps in her seventies, standing and enacting a ghastly convergence. Their ments and donations of his teen-aged
watching the young dancers with an ex- selfies are becoming more and more sim- fans. (He had told me that the best time
pression of rapt, unfiltered joy. Her face ilar, and so are their faces. Through the to earn money was around the Chinese
was creased and leathery, but her mouth, lens of a Meitu camera, the world is New Year, when kids were flush with
agape with wonder, gave her a childlike flawless, but flawlessness isn’t the same cash given to them by their families; he
look. She was the only person there who as beauty, and the freedom to perfect could easily clear six thousand dollars a
wasn’t holding a cell phone, and she was your selfie does not necessarily yield a week.) The bottom of his screen was a
dressed plainly. Two security guards went liberated sense of self. blizzard of hearts and stars and money
up to her and asked what she was doing Over by the stage, Abner was half- bags. But one adoring girl wrote a lon-
there. She said that she was the wife of heartedly trying on various glow-in-the- ger, more earnest message: “Him. He
a janitor at the hotel, had heard the dark accessories that Meitu had pro- was my first wang hong idol. I never
music, and wondered what was going vided, taking a selfie with each new look. thought it was possible to love a person
on. “Granny, you have to leave,” one of “I still don’t know why my video from so much. He was really my first. Styl-
the guards said. She nodded but didn’t this morning hasn’t gone viral,” he said ish, majestic, with ethereal beauty. Truly,
move, and it wasn’t until the men each sulkily and wandered off. can anyone be so perfect?”
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A REPORTER AT LARGE
n many ways, life in Great Missen- There was the palpable world of More misfortune followed. When
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finite, even if it’s redundant, rather than
something essential but ongoing; thus,
a community might receive a bathroom,
a handwashing sign, or a thousand pack-
ets of oral-rehydration salts, instead of
salaries for trained nurses, or, say, elec-
tricity. “There are endless examples of
bigger interventions—like a hospital—
in the middle of nowhere, and it falls
apart because it hasn’t been built with-
in a community of trained people, or
with the normal pipeline for overhead
and upkeep,” Dahl said. If a hospital is
erected, but there is no running water
or sewage system—to say nothing of
diagnostic equipment or personnel who
can operate it—it is as useless as a bucket
of water without soap. Consequently,
Partners in Health often helps supply
things that fall outside a medical-aid
organization’s typical purview, such as
bridges and satellite dishes and gaso-
“I can get out most of the stains, but some will remain line. “These things need to be done in
to remind you of what a slob you are.” order for people to have a reasonable
chance of being healthy,” Dahl said, “and
not being . . . dead.”
• • When P.I.H. became involved with
the Kangama clinic, a year and a half
to keep pushing. You don’t say, ‘I’m sorry, the fuel to power one. It is also difficult ago, there was no power at the facility.
I’m not an inventor, I’m a writer.’ I think to reach by phone: there are no landlines One of the basic functions of this sort
it’s connected to feeling entitled in the in the area, so in order to make or re- of clinic is to care for women as they give
right way: ‘Fuck it. I’m not going to ceive calls a member of the clinic’s staff birth, but if a woman went into labor at
stand for that.’ You push. You push, has to walk a mile to “the point”—a spot night she would have to deliver by flash-
push, push.” where there is intermittent cell-phone light. During the rainy season, someone
In the final version of “Charlie and service. “It is often very frustrating,” Fodei had to hold an umbrella over the pro-
the Chocolate Factory,” Willy Wonka Daboh, a tall young man who is the com- ceedings, because the ceiling leaked.
exhorts Grandpa Joe, “You mustn’t de- munity health program manager, ex- There is electricity now, and the ceiling
spair! Nothing is impossible!” On the plained to Ophelia Dahl on an after- has been patched, but there is still no
Partners in Health Web site, the orga- noon in October when she visited. Calls doctor on staff. In fact, there are only
nization’s stated purpose is to bring the always seem to drop just when a plan— about a hundred and fifty Sierra Leo-
benefits of modern medical science to to get an ambulance, say—is on the verge nean doctors in the entire country—
some of the poorest people in the world. of completion. There are shortages of which helps explain why it is the most
(The group operates in Haiti, Peru, Mex- medication in the clinic dispensary, and dangerous place in the world to be preg-
ico, Siberia, the Navajo Nation, Sierra basic supplies often run out. On that day, nant. One out of every seventeen women
Leone, Malawi, Lesotho, and Liberia, there was a large jug of water by the front in Sierra Leone will die during a preg-
in addition to Rwanda.) But Partners door, next to two posters touting the nancy, a delivery, or its aftermath. In the
in Health also aspires to do something benefits of handwashing. There was not, United States, the rate is one in thirty-
more amorphous, more imaginative, and however, any soap. eight hundred; in Finland and Italy, it’s
more improbable: “to serve as an anti- What the Kangama clinic has plenty one in twenty thousand.
dote to despair.” of is bathrooms: nine of them, built with P.I.H. first came to West Africa in
aid money donated during the Ebola 2014, at the invitation of the govern-
here are, as people often say in Si- crisis of 2014. “The intent was good, but ments of Liberia and Sierra Leone,
T erra Leone, “many challenges” at the
government clinic in Kangama, near the
the lack of coördination was horrify-
ing,” Regan Marsh, a former medical
during the height of the Ebola epidemic.
Emergency intervention is distinctly not
country’s eastern border. It is situated director of Partners in Health Sierra P.I.H.’s project; in contrast with orga-
many hours’ drive from the nearest town, Leone, who had joined Dahl for the nizations like Médecins Sans Frontières,
on a rocky and frequently flooded dirt visit, said. They had seen this kind of which specialize in addressing intense
road through the bush, and few patients thing all over the world. Development crises, P.I.H. works to remake entire
can afford a car or a motorcycle or even organizations will donate something health-care systems, by collaborating
62 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
with local governments. Its commit- That afternoon in Kangama, Dahl about getting her some food assistance.
ments are long-term and large in scale. made the rounds with Sahr Christian The medicine would do no good if
(One board member told me, “M.S.F. Allieu, a community health worker who the woman starved to death.
is sex. P.I.H. is love.”) P.I.H. has been visits seven patients three times a week.
in Rwanda for twelve years, and in Haiti The first, a pregnant woman who had hen Dahl was eighteen, she de-
for more than thirty.
In Sierra Leone, Dahl and her col-
recently been given a diagnosis of H.I.V.,
lived in a small settlement in the bush,
W cided to volunteer in Haiti with
a nonprofit that provided eye care to
leagues were convinced that many peo- and on the way there they walked past the poor. “My father told me, ‘Go do
ple were dying of Ebola for the same children outside their homes, pounding something worthwhile, and have an ad-
reason that they were dying in child- grain in wooden mortars as tall as they venture—see a different part of the
birth: the lack of a functional health- were, and past women balancing stacks world.’ ” It was a good time to leave
care system. “Ebola was the canary in of cassava leaves on their heads. When Great Missenden, as her parents were
the coal mine,” Joia Mukherjee, the chief they arrived, the patient was wearing a on the verge of a painful and public di-
medical officer of P.I.H., told me. “What white tank top stretched taut over her vorce. For a cosseted teen-ager, arriv-
you’ve got to look at are the dangerous big belly and a vibrant red cloth knot- ing in Port-au-Prince proved to be
conditions in the mine.” Sierra Leone is ted just below it. “How de body?” Dahl transformational. “It was a fundamen-
still reeling from a decade-long civil war, asked, using the local greeting. The tal sort of messing about with your own
and evidence of it is everywhere: the woman put her hand on her stomach internal system,” Dahl said. “Everything
charred skeletons of homes, schools, and and said that she was feeling healthy, was different—that’s what garbage
hospitals throughout the countryside; but that, with a fifteen-year-old, a five- smells like, that’s what illness smells
the omnipresence of people whose limbs year-old, and aging parents, she had “a like, that’s what children begging look
were systematically amputated by the lot of people to take care of.” She in- like.” Most people encounter poverty
rebels of the Revolutionary United Front; vited Dahl into her house, a three-room and then relegate the knowledge of oth-
the lack of basic infrastructure. There structure of mud bricks under a corru- ers’ misery to the periphery of their
are twenty public hospitals in Sierra gated-tin roof, where she lived with mind. Dahl had a different experience.
Leone, and less than half have running twelve family members. “Imagine how “To have seen this and to not do any-
water. One Sierra Leonean doctor, T. B. wet it is sleeping on the floor during thing, I knew wasn’t an option. I would
Kamara, co-authored a study in 2010 the rainy season,” Dahl said, outside. “In never sleep well again. The rest of my
comparing surgical care in his country Haiti, they have a saying about these life I’d then be feeling like, ‘Look at the
with what was available in the United sorts of houses: they fool the sun but house we’re living in.’ ”
States during the Civil War. It concluded not the rain.” But she had no idea what effective
that the nineteenth-century U.S. facili- A few minutes’ walk through the action might entail. “I went to these
ties had been “equivalent and in many bush, the next patient, who also had outreach clinics in Haiti, and I was
ways superior.” Dahl told me, “Ebola H.I.V., was gaunt and exhausted, with writing home, like, ‘Dear Dad, today I
was ‘acute on chronic.’ That’s what they sunken eyes. She worried about how saw …’ And you would see things! I
call it when someone has smoker’s lung, she would survive, she said. Her hus- didn’t lie; I didn’t say, ‘Oh, I scrubbed
and then suddenly something precipi- band had abandoned her and their three in on some surgery.’ The implication,
tous happens, like pneumonia. It hap- children—including a baby though, was that I was doing
pens with systems themselves.” she was still breastfeed- important things—because
Dahl, who was the executive direc- ing—when he found out you want to believe that.”
tor of P.I.H. during the Ebola crisis and that she had the disease. In a town called Mire-
is now the chair of the board, had se- They were staying with her balais, in Haiti’s Central Pla-
cured financial commitments from the brother and eleven other teau, she met another volun-
Office of U.S. Foreign Disaster Assis- people in a small house with teer, an American named
tance and from the British Department no electricity or running Paul Farmer, who had re-
for International Development. P.I.H. water. She had been taking cently graduated from Duke
workers began by establishing emergency- antiretroviral medication with a degree in medical an-
treatment centers, and moved to shore that her community health thropology. Their upbring-
up major public hospitals. Then they worker brought her, and her appetite ings were starkly different: Farmer was
began training and paying community was returning, but that only meant she raised, with five siblings, in a bus in a
health workers, which is usually P.I.H.’s was hungry; her brother had had diffi- Florida campground. (They joked that
first priority when it goes into a coun- culty feeding his extended family even Farmer had grown up looking for din-
try. Local people are employed to visit before he took her in. “I don’t know how ers where kids eat free, while Dahl went
sick neighbors and administer me- to thank God enough for the medica- to places where kids eat Brie.) But they
dications, take note of symptoms, and tions,” she said. “I wouldn’t be alive with- had the same yearning to improve the
accompany patients to seek treatment out them. That gives me some hope.” lives of the poor. “I knew I wanted to
at a nearby clinic. Ninety-six per cent But even as she said this she stared at be a doctor,” Farmer said. “And I con-
of P.I.H. employees are residents of the floor, looking despondent. Dahl, vis- vinced her that she should be a doctor,
the communities where they work. ibly shaken, talked to Allieu afterward too—which is something I wouldn’t do
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as a more mature person, but I was a there’d be a kid, and they’d run off and donating money for such necessities as
twenty-three-year-old idiot.” Dahl didn’t find an adult in the field, and we would concrete floors and tin roofs, and ended
see it that way. “It’s weird to use the explain what we were doing. They would up financing the construction of a clinic.
word ‘mentor,’ because he also became open their door and make sure you were “I was twenty at that point—I didn’t even
my boyfriend,” she said. “But he was re- in the shade and often offer you some have an undergraduate degree,” Dahl
ally pretty visionary. Paul said, ‘I know corn or a coconut. No one had fewer said. “Paul was a medical student. But
how to get there.’ And I said, ‘Well, I’m than six kids. Everyone had a dirt floor.” we all sort of rolled up our sleeves and
coming with you, babe.’ ” Stupid deaths, as the residents of did whatever there was to do. We were
Dahl returned to England to take Cange called them, were the norm; chil- planting trees on the hillside to try and
her A-levels, and Farmer enrolled at dren died from diarrheal diseases, be- stop the erosion. We were writing to peo-
Harvard Medical School, but they would cause there was no clean drinking water. ple, long letters asking for money; driv-
reconvene in Haiti, where Farmer con- “We started taking a little felt-tip pen ing to Port-au-Prince to pick up tons of
tinued to volunteer: he often flew there to write a number on the doors so we things, like cough medicine and bar soap.”
on Thursday nights after he finished could start a medical record and come When the clinic opened, with three ex-
classes for the week, and then returned back,” Dahl said. With Lafontant, they amining rooms staffed by Farmer and
to Cambridge on Monday mornings. began to build a health-care system from several Haitian doctors, patients poured
The people he worked with had been the ground up. “Years later,” Farmer re- in from all over the country—travelling
flooded out of their farmland when a called, “I was at Roald’s seventieth- on foot for days to reach them, some-
hydroelectric dam was built—water ref- birthday party, and he said to me, ‘You times carrying sick loved ones on their
ugees, they called themselves—and were guys like working in Haiti because you backs, sleeping outside while they waited
living in a squatter settlement called like being big fish in a small pond.’ I their turn for care. “That’s how few the
Cange, where they covered their shacks took umbrage, but he was probably right. options were,” Dahl said. “It was tiny, but
with banana leaves because they could And there’s a good reason—you can we left all this rebar sticking out the top
not afford tin. Most families were make a big difference in a place where because we knew that we would need to
afflicted with some kind of illness, in there isn’t much.” build more. The rebar sticking out felt
addition to malnutrition. Farmer was Dahl raised some money from her like a beautiful thing, because it said, ‘We
outraged that health policymakers did parents’ friends in London, and bought know this isn’t enough, not nearly—but
not see these people as worthy of the scales for weighing malnourished in- it’s what we can do right now.’ ”
same standard of treatment as the fants. Farmer began training locals to In Cange, Dahl realized that there
wealthy. The prevailing idea was that recognize the symptoms of TB, malaria, were ways besides being a doctor to im-
prevention is better than cure—that aid and typhoid. These recruits were the prove the health of the poor. This was
should be focussed on vaccination and first of many community health work- reassuring, because she had found that
education, and that poor people should ers Farmer and Dahl relied on in re- she was interested in science only up to
make do with what they had. “Already mote areas; the Haitians called them a point. “I loved thinking about life cy-
the field was polluted by health econ- accompagnateurs. Farmer also taught cles, or mosquitoes and how they’re con-
omists,” Farmer said. “When you hear them to administer medication, a fair nected to these tropical diseases and
things like ‘cost effective’ or ‘appropri- amount of which he finagled from Har- how a parasite goes through the liver
ate technology,’ they don’t come from vard and smuggled over in his suitcase. of a sheep before it’s recirculated,” she
the patients. Nobody says, ‘Hey, I’d Crucially, Lafontant worked with an said. “I mean, that stuff—that’s litera-
really like you to build a cost-effective American church group to hire engi- ture. That’s the poetry of systems.” Lit-
health-care facility in my squatter set- neers to pipe water from the dammed erature, ultimately, is what Dahl decided
tlement.’ ” It seemed to him that his pa- river into a communal spigot. Almost to study, at Wellesley College. In Bos-
tients were being penalized by the immediately, the incidence of typhoid ton, she and Farmer got an apartment
global-health intelligentsia for being decreased. It reminded Dahl of the fa- together. “We would talk and talk and
impoverished because of circumstances mous story of John Snow, the doctor in talk about what it was we were doing,”
beyond their control. nineteenth-century London who traced Dahl said. They believed passionately
Dahl studied science, thinking that a cholera outbreak to a particular pump that their aid work was about “redis-
she, too, would go to medical school, on Broad Street by conducting a door- tributive justice,” as Farmer put it to
which delighted her father, who thought to-door census. After Snow persuaded Tracy Kidder, who wrote a biography
of himself as a “frustrated doctor.” She the city council to remove the pump’s of him. Many development profession-
joined Farmer in Haiti during summer handle, people stopped dying, thus dis- als advocated a doctrine of self-reliance,
breaks, and they stayed with Fritz La- pelling the idea that they’d got sick be- typified by the slogan “African solutions
fontant, a radical priest who had built cause they were poor and wretched and to African problems”—which Dahl and
the first school in the area. Together, breathing “bad air.” Farmer felt ignored the West’s role in
they took a census in Cange, to find out In Boston, Farmer had befriended a creating those problems. “In the affluent
how people lived and what was killing retired construction magnate and Sec- world, history gets erased,” he told me.
them. “We’d go off every morning at ond World War veteran named Tom “Erasing history is unfair to some peo-
eight and walk for four or five hours on White, and he brought him to Haiti to ple, and it’s fine for others. At med
these little paths,” Dahl said. “Usually, see how people were living. White began school, nobody even talked about these
64 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
things.” He sighed. “I hope I wasn’t up- be a regular self-congratulatory do- “Namely your unswerving commitment
pity and sanctimonious to my class- gooder organization,” Kim said. “We to the poor, your limitless schedule and
mates, but I probably was.” were going to grapple with deep ques- your massive compassion for others.”
At Harvard, Farmer met Jim Yong tions of responsibility. Ophelia was the Farmer didn’t speak to Dahl for nine
Kim, a young man from a family of one who could explain to all the peo- months. Then they ran into each other
South Korean immigrants, who, like ple coming around why our approach at a restaurant in Cambridge. “I looked
him, was pursuing a Ph.D. in anthro- was different.” Dahl had a knack for up and I saw him,” Dahl recalled, “and
pology along with a medical degree. disarming defensive people and for con- there was this recognition—just know-
With Dahl they formed a trio. “We all vincing donors that the world’s most ing that you’ve always known each other,
read liberation theology together, and fortunate people had a moral obliga- and that we understood why we had to
Ophelia was sort of a keeper of the faith,” tion to investigate—and compensate be apart, but hoped not to be apart again.”
Kim, who is now the pres- “I’m still working with
ident of the World Bank, all the people I met then
recalled. They were par- who are alive—because
ticularly taken with the they’re willing to be in-
Peruvian philosopher and volved!” Farmer told me.
priest Gustavo Gutiérrez’s “The qualities you most
conception of a “preferen- need to do this are soli-
tial option for the poor.” darity and empathy. Those
Because God favors the are rare. Ophelia was, and
poor and the powerless, is, exquisitely sensitive to
Gutiérrez argued, Chris- other people’s suffering—
tianity should focus on the she gets physically an-
injustices visited upon the guished about it. And
destitute.To Dahl, Farmer, that’s a wonderful thing
and Kim, it seemed clear to have.”
that this doctrine applied In 2013, Partners in
to health care, too. “The Health opened a two-hun-
thing about looking for dred-thousand-square-
some grand theory, like foot, three-hundred-bed
Marxism or whatever teaching hospital in
‘ism,’ is that a lot of those Haiti—the largest solar-
sort of peter out or are powered hospital in the
eventually discredited,” world. It is in Mirebalais,
Farmer said. “It was hard where Farmer and Dahl
for me to see how you first met.
could discredit an injunc-
tion to serve poor people he economist Wil-
preferentially. You don’t
have to be an epidemiol-
T liam Easterly divides
development agencies
ogist to realize that infec- into two philosophically
tious diseases make their distinct groups: planners
own preferential option and searchers. In his 2006
for the poor—they afflict book “The White Man’s
them more, and worse.” Dahl (bottom) with her parents, Roald Dahl and Patricia Neal. Burden: Why the West’s
Dahl, Kim, and Farmer Efforts to Aid the Rest
drew up a mission statement for what for—the suffering that underlies their Have Done So Much Ill and So Lit-
they called “the Project.” They would comfort. “If we can’t connect our own tle Good,” he writes that the planner
work toward providing health care that good fortune with the misfortune of “thinks of poverty as a technical engi-
COURTESY ROALD DAHL NOMINEE LIMITED
prioritized poor people’s needs, rather others, then we’ve missed the boat com- neering problem” that can be solved
than the cheapest or the easiest inter- pletely,” she often said. with enough money, intelligence, in-
vention. “You don’t say, ‘When I’m in But, soon after the organization came genuity, and data. Searchers, by con-
Boston, I have this one set of standards, into being, Dahl and Farmer’s romance trast, “are just on the lookout for fa-
and when I’m in Haiti or Rwanda I’m fell apart. In 1989, she sent a letter ex- vorable opportunities to solve prob-
just going to lower the shit out of them,’ ” plaining why she would not marry him. lems—any problem, no matter how
Dahl said. Tom White, who had by then “You pointed out to me once, during an big or small.” The searcher sees that
decided to systematically divest himself emotional argument, that the qualities Cange needs a water spigot, or that
of his wealth, donated a million dollars I love in you—that drew me to you— Kangama needs an ambulance, and
of seed money. “We were not going to also cause me to resent you,” she wrote. starts working to help obtain it. She
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may hope that eventually the strategy—
and the money—will emerge to pro-
vide the entire region or nation or con- SHEBA
tinent with water and ambulances. But
she doesn’t wait for it. All that beauty never got me much; strangers laying claim to what
Especially in the early years, Dahl they think they recognize, every smile a promise, and most the kind
said, “we adopted this stance that we’re you hope they won’t keep. Beauty’s an old dog that’s too faithful,
not the experts—you tell us how we that sticks with you despite the curses and the kicks. They say it’s
can accompany you.” But, as the clinic a mask, but it’s the opposite in fact; it reveals what’s inside, and
in Cange was overwhelmed by demand, everybody wants that sweet cream at the center of a chocolate
it became clear that it was not enough éclair. What am I now but an old broad with glitter at her temples,
to conduct a neighborhood census: scattered in her hair, yet I can’t stretch on the bus without staking
they needed to partner with govern- a claim. All that beauty never got me much but trouble, and a taste
ments, so that the work they did could for trouble, a folded note, a couple of drinks at the bar.
be coördinated and sustainable. “If you
believe health care is a right, then you —Anna Scotti
have to work with governments, be-
cause they are the only group that can
confer rights,” Dahl said. “Ninety-nine to the government hospital and there But his plan was derailed by the war.
per cent of people, the first thing they was nothing—no beds, patients were When classes began, his mother had
ask is, ‘What about corruption?’ It’s an lying on the floor, no doctors, only vol- recently been captured by the rebels.
easy nugget to grab on to. ‘There’s noth- unteer nurses,” Barrie, a round man of “We thought she was dead—we had a
ing to be done. Let’s sleep now, free thirty-eight, told me. He started vol- ceremony and everything,” he said. The
from worry.’ ” Though P.I.H. won’t col- unteering at the hospital, seeing pa- rebels forced her to work as a cook and
laborate with a government that is dic- tients every morning; he’d work the a porter, but when she got an infection
tatorial or hopelessly dysfunctional, it rest of the day at his clinic, Well Body, they left her behind to die. She was
expects to have to work around pa- and sleep there at night. found during Barrie’s first year of med-
tronage systems. “It’s not that we’re He had read about the success that ical school and reunited with her fam-
crazy bleeding hearts that just choose Partners in Health had with commu- ily, but the following year the rebels shot
not to see any of this stuff,” Dahl con- nity health workers achieving early di- his father, who died soon after. The year
tinued. “It’s just that we don’t let it be agnosis and treatment of H.I.V. in after that, they staged a coup in Free-
a showstopper. Imagine if we shut remote places, and so he obtained train- town, and Barrie soon fled to a refugee
things down whenever there was cor- ing materials from Joia Mukherjee. “I camp in Guinea, where he remained for
ruption in the United States: ‘Sorry, thought the P.I.H. model in Rwanda eight months. When he heard that the
now you can’t have any health care.’ ” and Haiti was great, so we wanted to medical school had reopened, he re-
This reasoning reminded her of an- replicate it.” In 2013, he moved to Bos- turned, but then had to flee again when
other common accusation: that white, ton, on a Fulbright Fellowship, to pur- the rebels invaded, in a strike they called
Western people doing aid work in poor sue a master’s degree in global health Operation No Living Thing. It took
countries are practicing a kind of latter- at Harvard. “I went back to Sierra Leone eight years of stopping and starting
day colonialism. “It’s often used as a to do my research,” Barrie said. “And before Barrie graduated.
not very eloquent excuse to do noth- then Ebola struck.” One humid morning in October,
ing,” she said. “It brings out the worst P.I.H. agreed to come to Sierra Barrie accompanied Dahl and Regan
in one. You feel like saying, ‘So what Leone partly because it was an oppor- Marsh, the former medical director, on
are you doing?’ ” tunity to partner with a functional gov- a visit to Well Body. A man named
In 2014, a Sierra Leonean doctor ernment on a dysfunctional health- Mani Kanda opened the gate to greet
name Bailor Barrie persuaded the care system, and partly because it had them. His right arm had been ampu-
country’s President to write a letter to an invaluable accomplice in Bailor Bar- tated at the elbow, and hadn’t healed
P.I.H., asking the group to come to rie. Barrie had wanted to be a doctor properly. Asked if he had pain in his
West Africa. Ebola was spreading rap- since he was six years old, but there arm, he said, “Yes—in my good arm,
idly, and Barrie knew firsthand how was no medical school in Sierra Leone because it does all the work.”
ill-equipped the health-care system then, and going abroad to get an edu- Since the Ebola treatment centers
was, even before the burgeoning cri- cation was out of the question: his fa- closed and P.I.H. has been focussed on
sis. In 2006, he’d started a clinic in ther was a village tailor who earned the slower task of over-all system build-
Kono District, to serve the thousands less than a cent a day. In 1988, the coun- ing, the organization has been part-
of amputees in the region. Kono, the try’s first medical school opened, in nering with Barrie at Well Body to
most diamond-rich area in Sierra Freetown, and, when Barrie took the create a model clinic for maternal
Leone, was the base of the rebel army, entrance exam, he got the highest marks health. Dozens of mothers with babies
and thus the region hardest hit by the in the country. He moved to Freetown, strapped to their backs waited to have
war. “When I moved to Kono, we went and, in 1996, he started school. the children weighed and checked.
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Dressed in the bright oranges, purples, learned to do differently from their to maternal mortality. The first is the
and blues of traditional fabrics, the training. One attendant explained that time it takes to reach a medical facil-
women were a blaze of color, except she used to take women who were hav- ity. Adjacent to the clinic, P.I.H. built
for a few wearing black Islamic robes. ing prolonged labor out into the bush, an airy room with mosquito nets over
(The population of Sierra Leone is di- to give them privacy from the men in the beds, where women in high-risk
vided between Christians and Mus- their family while they delivered, and groups can stay as their due date ap-
lims, who are markedly unconcerned that she had cut umbilical cords with proaches. On that day, a teen-age girl
by their differences. They intermarry razors that weren’t sterilized. Asked if and a woman with a spinal abnormal-
and attend one another’s religious ser- there was anything they’d taught the ity that could make delivery danger-
vices; Christian families send children staff at the clinic, the two women grew ous sat chatting on the stoop, while a
to Islamic schools.) shy. “They help with the language bar- cook, an old man in a rain slicker, made
In an open-air pavilion, a group of rier, and they know how to talk to the groundnut stew over a charcoal fire for
about fifty pregnant women stood lis- patients,” Mansaray said. “And I have their lunch.
tening to a clinical assistant in green learned Kono music from them, to sing The second obstacle is the delay
scrubs and Crocs. “If you are sick, don’t for my patients when they are in pain!” while the staff of a facility makes a
do country medicine, don’t take herbs,” She started singing, and the other decision about treatment—usually
she told them in Krio, the country’s women joined in. Together, they made whether to perform a Cesarean section—
most common language. “If you don’t a sound so enveloping that it was easy and implements it. “In the United
feel well, come here, where we measure to imagine how it might comfort you States, decision to incision is about
our medicine. Don’t go to the mommy and transport you during the most fifteen minutes,” Marsh said. “In Si-
who is your neighbor. If you come here, frightening moments of a birth. “It erra Leone, it is not uncommon for a
nothing bad will happen to you.” Many means, ‘With God, all things are pos- woman to arrive at ten at night and
of the women had had negative expe- sible,’ ” Mansaray said. have to wait for a nurse until ten in
riences, Barrie explained. “There is a Once women decide to seek treat- the morning.” One of the first things
lack of trust. In the past, at the govern- ment, two major obstacles contribute that P.I.H. did at the hospital to which
ment hospital, the clinical staff was yell-
ing at patients. They were always angry,
because they never got paid.”
The government of Sierra Leone,
hoping to reduce the grim levels of
maternal mortality, passed a law fining
traditional birth attendants who were
caught delivering babies in homes. But
many women are reluctant to deliver
at a clinic or a hospital. “When you go
to the clinic for the first time and you
don’t receive good care, you think, Next
time, you know what? I’ll go to the
traditional healer,” Barrie said. “If I pay
the small money I have to get to the
hospital and they don’t have the drugs
and I’ve used my money to pay trans-
port, next time I’ll go to the traditional
birth attendant who delivered a lot of
the babies in the village.”
“And if there are no tools and no
nurses at the hospital,” Dahl added,
“the birth attendants may have as
much experience as the staff.” Well
Body employs traditional birth atten-
dants from neighboring communities
as support staff. “Women trust the
T.B.A.s,” Barrie continued. “If they see
them here, they feel they can tell them
their problems.” In the maternity ward,
two T.B.A.s in scrubs stood next to
an effervescent young nurse from
Freetown named N’damba Mansaray.
Dahl asked the attendants what they’d “I thought you turned location services off.”
Well Body refers difficult cases—after When Dahl was helping to found
fixing the electricity to keep the lights P.I.H., she sometimes explained its SHOWCASE
on overnight—was to set up a twenty- mission by saying that its members
FOOD FLIER
four-hour rotation for staff. would treat patients like their own fam-
In the clinic, Jonathan Lascher, the ily—that each case deserved the dogged
executive director of P.I.H. Sierra inventiveness a mother would marshal
Leone, joined the group. A thirty-four- to save her child’s life. “Being vision-
year-old Peace Corps veteran from up- ary isn’t just something you’re born few years ago, a Royal Air Force
state New York, he is a wiry, energetic
man, who has gone prematurely “P.I.H.
with,” Dahl told me. “We can all do it
for our own children.”
A wing commander visited the
British aeronautics engineer Nigel
gray” in his hair and beard. “These In the early nineties, P.I.H. began Gifford, to discuss the idea of drop-
things are solvable,” he said. “We don’t hearing about a vexing group of tuber- ping aid from the sky to besieged ci-
need Elon Musk to design some cool culosis sufferers in Lima, Peru. At the vilians in Syria. Airdrops are extremely
new innovation for us.” The leading time, the Peruvians were thought to rare in urban environments; beyond
cause of maternal death in Sierra Leone have the best tuberculosis program in the political obstacles, there are the
is hemorrhage, which in Western hos- the world. “They were the darling of logistical difficulties of landing giant
pitals can be addressed by routine pro- the global TB community,” Jim Kim pallets in small areas of a city. Even
cedures. In America, depictions of the told me. They had dramatically im- successful drops can endanger civil-
Ebola epidemic often featured startling proved cure rates using a protocol called ians. “While unpacking one and a half
images of bleeding victims. In fact, most “directly observed therapy” to admin- metric tons of food, you make your-
patients did not display hemorrhagic ister antibiotics. But the patients that self a very nice sniper target,” Gifford,
symptoms. The majority of Sierra Leo- P.I.H. was hearing about never got bet- a seventy-one-year-old former sol-
nean women who die in childbirth, ter, no matter how many times they dier, told me. “So I said to the com-
however, simply bleed to death. were treated. Their illness was known mander, ‘I wouldn’t do it like that. I
as multidrug-resistant TB, or MDR-TB. would build the aircraft out of food.’ ”
s a young woman, Dahl imagined P.I.H. wanted to start treating the Now he has done so. The Pouncer,
A that she’d have four children. She
ended up having one, at the age of
disease, using “second-line” antibiot-
ics, which were more expensive and
a hundred-and-forty-five-pound ed-
ible glider, with a ten-foot wingspan,
forty-three. “Things don’t go absolutely difficult to procure. Peruvian author- is designed to be released from a cargo
as planned—and I am in a relation- ities said that P.I.H. would be expelled plane as far as sixty miles from its
ship with a woman, so there’s no acci- from the country if it attempted to do target. The fuselage is packed with
dental pregnancy,” Dahl told a inter- so. Peru was adhering to the recom- grains; the Pouncer’s entire menu is
viewer for PBS several years ago. “Then mendations of the World Health Or- customizable to cultural tastes and
you feel enormously lucky to be able ganization, the arm of the United Na- sensitivities. According to Gifford, in
to go to that kind of trouble to have a tions that sets global policy, which had a complex humanitarian emergency—
child.” Dahl’s partner of nineteen years, concluded that MDR-TB ought to be such as an earthquake in a mountain-
Lisa Frantzis, is a senior vice-president left to “run its course,” because it was ous area, with many villages but no
at Advanced Energy Economy, an or- too difficult to treat. “But ‘Let it burn usable roads—a plane could carry
ganization that promotes policies to itself out’ and ‘It’s not as virulent as several hundred Pouncers, each pro-
expand clean-power technologies. They regular TB’ are just dishonest argu- grammed with different landing coör-
live in a stately town house in Cam- ments,” Farmer said. “Honest would dinates. The Pouncer has no engine,
bridge, and one warm afternoon this be ‘These people are not as important but its navigation system can adjust
fall their ten-year-old son, Luke, was as we are, so let them die.’ ” the wings to guide it to within twenty-
climbing a tree in the back yard while The daughter of an official at the three feet of its target.
Dahl filled a bowl with organic rasp- Ministry of Health in Lima became The frame has some wooden com-
berries in the kitchen. She was a little sick, and the man asked if Farmer would ponents, but Gifford intends eventu-
tired, because she’d been out late the treat her with second-line antibiotics. ally to replace them with food. “Some
previous evening, having dinner with He agreed, and the child got well. “The parts can be made with a hard-baked,
two hedge-fund donors at a nearby only reason that we weren’t kicked out flour-based material that can be
restaurant, where she’d helped them of the country is because that Minis- soaked in water and added to a meal,”
select several good bottles of wine. “I’m try of Health official whispered to Paul, he said. “My wife doesn’t like this,
a sybarite at heart,” she said, popping ‘Will you treat her?’ ” Dahl recalled. but I wander the supermarket aisles,
a berry in her mouth. She took the “He had helped to make that policy: playing with food, testing for tensile
fruit onto the porch. “Ophelia, can we ‘It wasn’t worth it to try and treat.’ But strength.” Dried, vacuum-packed
go to the hardware store later?” her son then your own child gets it? And then meats show promise as landing gear.
yelled from the tree. “I need to get gets well?” —Ben Taub
a crank.” Tom White, who died in 2011, was
“You live with a crank,” she said. He again willing to finance a P.I.H. exper- NEWYORKER.COM/MICROREVOLUTIONS
went back to climbing. iment. He paid as much as thirty-five Small things with a big impact.
that said, ‘Today the world changed.’ ” Global Fund and $3.9 million from the In Dahl’s kitchen, with its gleam-
(Farmer sees it differently. “Jim is al- President’s Emergency Plan for aids ing granite countertops, was a wrought-
ways thinking the world changes be- Relief (pepfar) under George W. Bush. iron sign that she had salvaged from
cause a policy shifts, but I’m around “But we negotiated to get the money Gipsy House—a relic of Great Mis-
these people who are saying, ‘My from the C.D.C., rather than through senden. “I know what it is to have a
mother coughed up blood,’ ” he said. the State Department,” Dahl said, and lovely life,” she said. “I know what it
“There are a hundred thousand new laughed. is to be able to take Luke to a really
cases a year just in China!”) Dahl and her co-workers came up good hospital. But, more than that, I
Dahl took over as executive direc- with a broad interpretation of what it know what it is to luxuriate: to plant
tor of P.I.H. in 2001, working out of a meant to treat aids. “We made a stra- a tree and assume we’ll be able to see
room at Harvard Medical School with tegic decision—we’re going to use that it every year. I don’t want to not be
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able to do that, but I don’t think it’s not met?” A moral imperative is not ing out, it is not nearly enough; it is what
possible to do without knowing about the same as a financial solution. Regan they can do right now.
all the inequity.” She shook her head. Marsh, who spent four weeks wear- The next morning, at the Shine On
“The idea that we live in somehow ing spacesuit-like protective gear to Guesthouse, Dahl was still thinking
different worlds calms us all: First treat Ebola patients, said that, as P.I.H. over the problem, as she had breakfast
World, Second World, Third World. was getting involved in Sierra Leone, with Regan Marsh and Jonathan
It’s all one world.” Dahl handled government agencies Lascher. “That systems piece gets the
with trepidation: “Ophelia was sitting hell in the way for people,” she said.
ising from the low skyline of Koidu, with people saying, ‘O.K., we will do “People go to sleep when we talk about
R the capital of Kono District, is what
appears to be a mountain with its top
this, but we are not a disaster-relief
program. We will come only if you
systems. They switch off ! ‘Oh, that’s
too complicated.’ When it involves
sheared off but is actually the pile of say that you are going to stay.’ Every- money and companies, it can always be
rubble that has accumulated around Si- one said, ‘Yes, yes, we will be your part- done. Think about the airline indus-
erra Leone’s largest diamond mine. The ner to put a health system in here.’ try—which really got going after the
wealth that has been extracted from it And then, as soon as Ebola appeared Second World War! Can you imagine
fuelled the civil war, and also paid for to be stabilized, the money evapo- how complicated it is to run a passen-
the mercenary group Executive Out- rated.” Dahl told me that you could ger air system across this world? None
comes to help reclaim the land from “hear the sucking sound” as aid was of this stuff, if it’s related to profits of
rebels; the mine now enriches an Is- pulled out of West Africa in the wake companies, is too complicated.”
raeli businessman named Beny Stein- of the disease. “But, without an effec- I pointed out that the lack of a profit
metz, who was reported by Forbes in tive health-care system, it’s a matter motive is precisely why many people
2017 to have a net worth of $1.1 billion. of time before it resurfaces.” doubt that social justice is even possi-
Locals in Koidu have managed to find It was crucial, Dahl said, that dur- ble. Dahl looked crestfallen. She was
a way to make money from the mine, ing crises people could count on silent for a moment and then said, “So
though: at all hours of the day, the tower organizations like Médecins Sans that’s it?”
of rubble is crawling with human be- Frontières—“I mean, thank God for “We are never going to convince
ings who are mostly too poor to afford M.S.F.”—to set up self-contained tri- everyone you should care,” Lascher said.
shoes, hauling rocks down in empty age units. But it was frustratingly diffi- “But this is why I think it’s important
gas cans or one by one, then cracking cult to persuade donors that long-term that we have people like Paul and
them by hand to make gravel that they solutions are as necessary as emergency Ophelia, who’ve been doing this for
can sell for pennies. The rubble is its intervention. M.S.F. receives more than thirty-plus years, who have not shifted
own economy, its own tiny, merciless a billion dollars a year from donors, their belief that we should continue to
system. whereas P.I.H. takes in about seventy push back against that narrative: ‘Ap-
One evening at dusk, Dahl walked million. (Both organizations have propriate technology.’ ‘African solu-
around the mine, past families sorting four-star ratings, the highest, from tions for African problems.’ All of the
the gravel they’d made into piles of Charity Navigator.) P.I.H. Sierra Leone things that have failed poor people over
different-sized stones. She was struck— started with an annual budget of sev- and over again. We have people who
again—by how it is always the poor- enteen million dollars, which has de- believe they can change the system by
est people, with the least access to care, clined to five million, as donations have just doing it, by saying, ‘It doesn’t mat-
who are the most exposed to injury trailed off. “I wish we had more money,” ter if you believe that a cholera vaccine
and illness. “If we got in line together, Dahl said. “The idea that we’re con- is a waste of money. We’re going to do
there’s no question about who is al- strained because we can’t find enough it because it’s the right thing to do.’
ways first in that line,” she said. She money, and not because we’ve failed to And then the World Health Organi-
remembered the time she spent at a adapt. . . . But that’s what money forces zation—and everybody else—will
treatment center during the Ebola ep- you to do: make a series of terrible change their minds.”
idemic, and what it felt like to know tradeoffs.” Thirty years of experience has not
that if she got infected she would be P.I.H. has had to pull out of one of made persevering any easier for Dahl.
airlifted to one of the best hospitals in the two hospitals it supported during “This work feels more crushing and
the world, while the Africans around Ebola. Koidu Government Hospital, sadder to me than it’s ever felt—you
her would likely die. where it has remained, is now the best see all the ways in which you’ve failed
William Easterly, the economist, in Sierra Leone. But, as Dahl put it, “the to do certain things, even though there’s
pointed to a fundamental difficulty bar is so incredibly fucking low”—the incremental progress,” she said. “I am
with P.I.H.’s approach. “If you’ve said, hospital still doesn’t have an intensive-care unfailingly optimistic, though. I think
‘There’s a right to health care,’ you unit. In Kangama, they’re seeing modest to not be optimistic is just about the
haven’t said whose obligation it is to gains, which they’d like to extend to four most privileged thing you can be. If
provide it,” he told me. “From an econ- other clinics in the district, but there are you can be pessimistic, you are basi-
omist’s point of view, that’s kind of thirteen other districts where they can’t cally deciding that there’s no hope for
fatal. That is the major flaw of posi- afford to start reifying systems. Like the a whole group of people who can’t
tive rights: Who is to blame if they’re first clinic in Cange, built with rebar stick- afford to think that way.”
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PROFILES
visit to a scientific-research cen- that can detect even the faintest tune in replicating the structure that Simons es-
Simons is donating billions of dollars to science. But much of his fortune, long stashed offshore, has never been taxed.
ILLUSTRATION
BY OLIVER MUNDAY THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017 73
no one to maintain that code.” For the
institute, he has hired two esteemed
coders from academia: Carriero, who
had led my tour, had been recruited from
Yale, where he had developed the uni-
versity’s high-performance computing
capabilities for the life sciences; Ian Fisk
had worked at cern, the particle-physics
laboratory outside Geneva. Simons
offered them greater authority and high
salaries. “They’re the best of the breed,”
he said. Carriero and Fisk sometimes
consult with their counterparts at Re-
naissance about technical matters.
Simons’s emphasis on what most of
us think of as back-office functions is
of a piece with the distinctive compu-
tational focus of the institute. The Flat-
iron doesn’t conduct any new experi-
ments. Most of its fellows collaborate
with universities that generate fresh data
from “wet” labs—the ones with auto-
claves and genetically engineered mice—
and other facilities. The institute’s algo-
rithms and computer models are meant
to help its fellows uncover information
¥ ¥ hidden in data sets that have already
been collected: inferring the location of
speaks with the same light Massachu- mathematics work well into adulthood. new planets from the distorted space-
setts accent as Michael Bloomberg, with In his sixties, after the death of his son time that surrounds them; identifying
frequent pauses and imprecisions. He Nick, who drowned in Bali in 2003, he links to mutations among apparently
sometimes uses the words “et cetera” in- returned to it. “When you’re really think- functionless parts of chromosomes. As
stead of finishing a thought, perhaps ing hard about mathematics, you’re in a result, the interior of the institute looks
because he is abstracted, or because he your own world,” he said. “And you’re less like a lab than like an ordinary
has learned that the intricacies of his cushioned from other things.” (Simons Flatiron-district office: casually dressed
mind are not always interesting to oth- lost another son, Paul, in a bike acci- people sitting all day at desks, staring
ers, or because, when you are as rich as dent, in 1996.) During these years, Si- at screens, under high ceilings.
Simons, people always wait for you to mons published a widely cited paper, Simons has amassed the same pro-
finish what you are saying. “Axiomatic Characterization of Ordi- cessing capacity as would normally be
On a wall, Simons had hung a framed nary Differential Cohomology,” in the present in the computer hub of a mid-
slide from a presentation on the Chern- Journal of Topology. He told me about sized research university: the equivalent
Simons theory. He helped develop the his most recent project: “The question of six thousand high-end laptops. This
theory when he was in his early thir- is, does there exist a complex structure is powerful, but not ostentatiously so.
ties, in collaboration with the famed on the six-dimensional sphere? It’s a And, as Carriero conceded, it “cannot
mathematician Shiing-Shen Chern. great problem, it’s very old, and no one be compared to the corporate-wide re-
The theory captures the subtle proper- knows the answer.” Marilyn told me she sources of an Amazon or a Google.”
ties of three-dimensional spaces—for can tell that her husband is thinking But, because there are far fewer people
example, the shape that is left if you cut about math when his eyes glaze over at the Flatiron Institute, each researcher
out a complicated knot. It became a and he starts grinding his jaw. has immediate access to tremendous
building block of string theory, quan- Our discussion turned to the Flat- computing power. Carriero said that, by
tum computing, and condensed-matter iron Institute. Renaissance’s computer supplying scientists with state-of-the-
physics. “I have to point out, none of infrastructure, he said, had been a cen- art “algorithms guidance” and “software
these applications ever occurred to tral part of its success. At universities, guidance,” he can help them maintain
me,” he told me. “I do the math, they Simons said, coding tends to be an er- a laserlike focus on advancing science.
do the physics.” ratic process. He said of the graduate Simons has placed a big bet on his
High-level mathematics is a young students and postdocs who handled such hunch that basic science will yield to
person’s game—practitioners tend to do work, “Some of them are pretty good the same approach that made him rich.
their best work before they are forty— code writers, and some of them are not He has hired ninety-one fellows in the
but Simons continued to do ambitious so good. But then they leave, and there’s past two years, and expects to employ
74 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
more than two hundred, making the and an expert on philanthropy, told me, I asked him if he felt that he was
Flatiron almost as big as the Institute “Private foundations are a plutocratic taxed fairly. “I pay a hell of a lot of taxes,”
for Advanced Study, in Princeton, New exercise of power that’s unaccountable, he said. “Do I think it’s my share? Yes.”
Jersey. He is not worried about the cost. nontransparent, donor-directed, and He defended his Bermuda foundation
“I originally thought seventy-five mil- generously tax-subsidized. This seems as no different from any other asset. He
lion a year, but now I’m thinking it’s like a very peculiar institutional and or- said, “Suppose you started a company,
probably going to be about eighty,” he ganizational form to champion in a and you went public and you never sold
said. Given that Forbes estimates Si- democratic society.” the shares, and these shares increased
mons’s net worth to be $18.5 billion, Simons, who, according to Forbes, is and increased in value. You would not
supporting the Flatiron Institute is, in the twenty-fifth-wealthiest person in be paying any taxes until you sold some
financial terms, a lark. “Renaissance America, could easily become the coun- of those shares. I wasn’t benefitting from
was a lot of fun,” he told me. “And this try’s largest private funder of basic sci- it until such time as I would take the
is fun, too.” ence. He pays for the institute through money. I think that’s a perfectly reason-
what he calls his “domestic nonprofit able thing to do.” What went unmen-
he Flatiron Institute is part of a office,” which has an endowment of tioned was the size of the Bermuda asset.
T trend in the sciences toward pri-
vately funded research. In the United
nearly three billion dollars. He also
maintains a much larger charitable en-
We also spoke about a recent Senate
subcommittee investigation: Renaissance
States, basic science has traditionally tity in Bermuda, the Simons Founda- was accused of having used, in the aughts,
been paid for by universities or by the tion International. Simons mentioned unethical trading tricks that had lowered
government, but private institutes are this foundation to me in conversation, its capital-gains taxes by $6.8 billion. (Re-
often faster and more focussed, and the but it has no Web page or public pres- naissance has maintained that it oper-
world is awash in new fortunes. Since ence. Details about the Bermuda entity ated within the law.) Simons, who had
the nineties, when Silicon Valley began were recently obtained by the Interna- been the firm’s C.E.O. during this pe-
minting billionaires, private institutes tional Consortium of Investigative Jour- riod, told me that he hadn’t particularly
have sprung up across the country. In nalists, and became part of its Paradise been trying to avoid paying corporate
1997, Larry Ellison, the co-founder of Papers project. The investigation re- taxes; he’d mostly been trying to insu-
Oracle, launched the Ellison Medical vealed that the Simons Foundation In- late the fund’s investments from risk. He
Foundation, in the Bay Area, to study ternational has an estimated eight bil- said of the company’s accounting tactics,
the biology of aging. Six years later, the lion dollars in assets, none of it taxed. “It was a way to limit loss, and it was
Allen Institute for Brain Science, in Se- It also has a peculiar provenance: in the terrific, and also it gave us quite a lot of
attle, was founded by Paul Allen, the co- late seventies, just before Simons started leverage.” He added, “And when I heard
founder of Microsoft. In 2010, Eric Renaissance, a friend of his parents put it also would qualify us for long-term
Schmidt, Google’s executive chairman, a hundred thousand dollars into a trust capital gains, I said, ‘O.K., maybe, but
founded the Schmidt Ocean Institute, for him. Simons said of the gift, with a that’s not what I care about.’ ” Senator
in Palo Alto. shrug, “He liked me.” Ron Wyden, of Oregon, the ranking
These institutes have done much Simons intends to draw on the Ber- Democrat on the Finance Committee,
good, in part by providing alternatives muda fortune to fund his charitable told me, in an e-mail, “The law is very
to sclerotic systems: the Allen Institute projects as time wears on. clear in this area. Renaissance
has helped change how neuroscience is “We’re spending four hun- Technologies abused a tax
done, speeding it up with such tools as dred and fifty million a year,” shelter and pocketed billions
automated microscopy. But private foun- Simons said. “Gradually, the from it.”
dations also have liabilities. Wealthy Simons Foundation Inter- The capital-gains matter
benefactors inevitably direct their fund- national will take over much is now in arbitration, and I
ing toward their personal enthusiasms. of the spending.” asked Simons how much his
“The fear with these billionaire donors While I was meeting with net worth could be affected.
is that they’ll fund junky science, wast- him one day in November, “Modestly,” he said. Quickly,
ing money and time,” David Callahan, the Paradise Papers story was he amended his answer:
the editor of the online magazine In- breaking, and he was forced “More than modestly. I mean,
side Philanthropy, said. Foundations are to respond to questions from it would affect me.”
not taxed, so much of the money that two newspapers that had the scoop, the Edward McCaffery, a law profes-
supports them is money that otherwise Times and the Guardian. He did not ap- sor and a tax-policy expert at the Uni-
would have gone to the government. preciate the papers’ implication that he versity of Southern California, said, in
Scientific mega-donors answer to no had selfishly avoided paying taxes, and an e-mail, “Democrats like Simons,
one but themselves. Private institutes suggested to me an alternate headline: Bill Gates, and Warren Buffett might
tend to have boards chosen by their “brilliant mathematician makes end up giving away all or most of their
founders, and are designed to further billions and gives it all away to wealth to charities of their choice, but
the founders’ wishes, even beyond their charity.” (The Guardian described they and their families still lead lives
deaths. Rob Reich, a professor of po- offshore trusts as “ideal vehicles for con- of great power and privilege, with lit-
litical science at Stanford University cealing immense wealth.”) tle tax. And their charities reflect their
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values, without necessarily helping or- ified: “The underlying algorithms all made the software available, without
dinary—and taxpaying—citizens.” The are making simplifications. We’re never cost, to other labs. Simons smiled when
taxes from an eight-billion-dollar for- solving the fundamental equations— he heard that MountainSort was being
tune could fund a lot of schools. we’re always approximating them. And adopted by important research groups.
Simons is far more apologetic about different approximations are made by “That’s pretty good,” he said. (Chong
the money he makes than about the different algorithms.” Simons, schooled Xie, a neural engineer at the Univer-
taxes he avoids paying. “I believe that in the ideal world of mathematics, was sity of Texas, e-mailed me to say that
the division of wealth we have in the visibly agitated. MountainSort was “by far the best
United States has been skewed too much, The astronomers filed out, and the spike-sorting tool we have tested,” and
and I think it would be better if it were biologists filed in. A Russian-born that the speed of data analysis had in-
less skewed,” he said. There was, how- geneticist and computer scientist, Olga creased as much as a hundredfold.)
ever, at least one positive outcome to this Troyanskaya, who is also a professor Part of the Flatiron’s brief is to re-
unfairness. “I’m a beneficiary of all this, at Princeton, told Simons about an lease coding projects such as Moun-
but, as for philanthropy and science, I algorithm she was developing, which tainSort as quickly as possible. Schol-
think it’s a very good thing, plain and would predict the effects of specific arship is similarly fast-paced: in just a
simple,” he said. “We can go for things mutations within a given cell. She few years, Flatiron researchers have au-
that other people can’t.” With only a hoped that the program would even- thored, or co-authored, more than two
hint of defensiveness, he added, “Orig- tually suggest possibilities for medical hundred and eighty scientific papers.
inally, all science was supported by philan- treatments tailored to a patient’s DNA. “They’re busy boys!” Simons wrote to
thropy. Galileo had his patrons.” Troyanskaya then went through a list me, in an e-mail. (Of the ninety-one
of other projects, at whirlwind speed. fellows at the institute, twenty are
“ W ell, qué más?” Simons asked
genially.
She planned to mine the DNA of
Neanderthals, to predict how their
women; seven of the nine group lead-
ers are men.)
It was July, and some of the Flat- genes would have been expressed, and Marilyn Simons told me that her
iron Institute’s scientists were giving her group was also working on an al- husband is an “information processor,”
him progress reports on their activi- gorithm that linked symptoms of au- adding, “Whatever it is, he’ll chew it
ties. That day, it was the astrophysi- tism to portions of the genome which up.” Jim Simons told me that he’s more
cists’ and the biologists’ turn; soon, the do not encode proteins. comfortable discussing astronomy than
quantum physicists would come. (Their “So this is all you’ve done?” Simons biology, because he understands the
group is so new that its leader was still joked. presentations better, but he seemed
based in Paris.) The meetings took The next to speak was Dmitri Chklov- adept at following abstruse discussions
place, back to back, in a small confer- skii, a neuroscientist whom Simons in both fields. It was clear that he pre-
ence room, with Simons praising and recruited from the Howard Hughes fers application to theory, and exchanges
prodding and smoking. Three astron- Medical Institute, where he special- that struck me as numbingly detailed
omers detailed their recent work on ized in connectomes, or networks of often seemed to excite him the most.
supernovas, gravitational waves, and neurons. He described mapping the He and the astronomers spoke at length
dwarf galaxies. Simons peppered them connectome of an Italian miniwasp, a about how one might design software
with questions. “Does a black hole typ- parasite that hatches inside the eggs that could chart the orbits of a billion
ically have a magnetic field?” he asked. of other insects. Such studies of sim- stars using the fewest possible lines of
(The material that surrounds a black ple species can help uncover the com- code. Talk of computer-language
hole generates one, he was told.) He plexities of how the human brain com- efficiency led to a discussion of the Ha-
was surprised to learn that astronomers putes. Simons perked up when he heard waiian language, which makes do with
cannot actually confirm the accuracy the story of the miniwasps. “How long far fewer letters than English.
of their most complex models. Two do they live?” he asked. When told According to Simons, his govern-
different computer programs solving only five days, he responded, “But five ing strategy is to hire brilliant, moti-
the same labyrinthine equation often good days.” vated people and then give them free
come up with substantially different An applied mathematician named rein. “Scientists don’t want to be told
answers. Simons objected: “Well, if it’s Alex Barnett discussed several programs what to work on,” he said. But his role
the same physics in the first place, you’d that the group had developed to ana- seemed closer to that of a newspaper
think that the code would be imple- lyze neuronal processes. One of the editor or a sports coach, persuading,
menting the laws of physics, and it’s most promising, MountainSort, im- rousing, and sometimes cajoling his
not going to change from program to proves the parsing of brain-electrode team to do better work. Simons has
program!” For all of Simons’s interest recordings, in part by automating the spent his career honing a particular al-
in coding, he is not a programmer him- interpretation of the data. The program gorithm: how to manage talented re-
self. He thinks algorithmically, but on can tell you, before a rat moves, whether searchers in a way that feels both pleas-
a whiteboard. it is thinking of turning right or left. ant and creative. “I like to recruit,” he
“Ideally, yes,” one of the astronomers The algorithm used in the program told me. “My management style has
reassured him. “But in practice that is may provide insight into how the brain always been to find outstanding peo-
not the case.” Another scientist clar- controls behavior. The institute has ple and let them run with the ball.” At
76 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
GREETINGS, FRIENDS!
BY IAN FRAZIER
nother Yuletide at the door: The venders who were never paid,
A The wreath left on it since before
The Christmas of two-oh-fifteen—
Lisa Belkin, Nikki Haley,
All those who take Xanax daily,
A goodly while ago, I mean— Serge Kovaleski, Penn Jillette,
Is up to date now once again. Ms. Midler (the resplendent Bette),
And I can yet remember when Snoop Dogg, Chuck Todd, and Charles Blow,
I hung it, in a better time Ruth Marcus and the Navajo.
Well antecedent to this rhyme. I find myself in quite a hurry
So come on in! The light is lit, To say I’m fond of Stephen Curry,
The dark still can’t encompass it; Jemele Hill, and Molly Sims,
A vast supply of grateful gladness, Chuck Schumer, with his crazy whims,
Above the current badness/madness, Angela Merkel, truly great,
Prompts us to spread good will promiscuous New Jersey, that outstanding state,
And warmest greetings all Christmas-cuous! NATO, Nordstrom, NBC,
So, dearest critics, wince away The E.P.A., and E.S.P.
As I shout-out, this holiday, By now the party’s getting packed
The Khizr Khans, that Gold Star clan, With others who have been attacked
And kind Pope Francis, holy man, In Twitter blurts and suchlike places.
And Meryl Streep and S. E. Cupp— Here’s Hillary, of course, whose face is
May all find joy that fills them up! Welcome, as is that of Matt Bai
For Mayor Rahm Emanuel (Cannot get enough of that guy),
And Judge Gonzalo Curiel, Theresa May, John Oliver,
May this unskillful doggerel Adam Schiff, and Katy Tur.
Renew for them the annual Give further props, while yet we linger,
Season’s felicitations! To Juli Briskman and her finger,
And to our neighbor nations: The D.C. Post, the Al Smith dinner,
O Canada, I hope you know Alec Baldwin, Emmy winner,
The gem you have in your Trudeau; The New Hampshire Union Leader,
And Mexico, I promise you Every still remaining reader,
We’re not all crazy, just a few. Asylum seekers, Black Lives Matter,
While lambent beams celestial gleam Rep. Frederica Wilson, and her hatter.
Across the continent in streams,
I raise a toast to both O’Donnells,
(Lawrence, Rosie), Mitch McConnell hristmas has one thing about it:
(Fooled you! NOT!), Mika Brzezinski,
Whoopi Goldberg, Dan Lipinski,
C Despite the very worst who tout it,
They can’t destroy it. Though they try,
Myeshia Johnson, Charles Lane, It does outlast them by and by.
Linc Chafee, and Meghan McCain. Angels flying ever higher,
Now I will do my Santa shtick Singing in the heav’nly choir
For Q.B. Colin Kaepernick, “Joy to the World” and “First Noël,”
And belt a coupla carols with Can the season’s secrets tell:
Josh Norman and Za’Darius Smith. Love one another, peace is near;
Such strong good wishes do I bear All people will be welcome here.
For Marshawn Lynch and Jylan Ware Thus, good friends, let hearts be merry!
And all the other N.F.L.-ers Two-oh-eighteen might bring us very
(Kneeling, sitting, standing fellers)— Different luck than we’ve had lately—
May Christmas bless them, every one! Fates improving bigly, greatly,
(Each young enough to be my son.) Spirits to protect and guide us,
JOÃO FAZENDA
Look out! Your bard becomes verklempt. Inspiration strong inside us,
So let me bring some treats to tempt Clearer vision, wiser choices.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Joe McQuaid, Hear our better angels’ voices.
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Renaissance, he said, he had sometimes could not discuss that work, he said, vertices in any given dimension—and
worked on its algorithms (“There are because it remains highly classified.) he wanted a break. He tried his hand
zillions of them!”), and at the Flatiron He was fired from the I.D.A. in 1968, at currency trading, and then at com
Institute he occasionally made substan after telling a Newsweek reporter that modities, but he didn’t enjoy the expe
tive suggestions. When Olga Troy he opposed the Vietnam War, and that rience. It was the investing equivalent
anskaya began working on the con until it was over he would work only of wetlab work. “It was fundamental
nection between genes and autism on personal projects. trading, not systematic,” he said. “It was
symptoms, Simons proposed a tweak After his departure, Simons was very gutwrenching.” He felt that there
to the algorithm that she was develop named the head of the math depart must be a more statistical way to make
ing, to help it map the information ment at the State University of New money in the market. “I looked at the
more efficiently. “It did,” he told me. York at Stony Brook. His chairman price charts and analyzed them, and
Troyanskaya offered to list him as an ship coincided with the era of Nelson they didn’t look random to me,” he says.
author on the resulting paper, but Si Rockefeller, the ambitious governor of “They looked kind of random, but not
mons prefers to stay out of the spot New York, who wanted the school to completely random. I felt there had to
light. He politely declined. be the “Berkeley of the East.” Under be some anomalies in this data which
Simons, the department expanded and could be exploited.”
or Simons, ideas and money have gained in prestige. “He already was a He hired another mathematician,
F always been intertwined. His cousin
Richard Lourie, a writer, told me a story
combination of ringleader and master
of ceremonies and energizer,” Tony
whom he’d met at the I.D.A., and they
began to create models that predicted
about their grandfather, who ran a shoe Phillips, a mathematician who worked the direction of currency prices. Si
factory: on payday, he let the two boys with Simons, recalled. While Simons mons told me that he staffed his “crazy
hold piles of cash “as high as our heads.” was at Stony Brook, he won the Veb hedge fund”—the company that be
Lourie recalled, “We both loved it!” len Prize, one of America’s top math came Renaissance Technologies—not
But, at other times, Simons could be honors, for work in differential geom with financiers but with physicists, as
so intensely withdrawn that Lourie etry, the study of surfaces and their tronomers, and mathematicians. He
worried that he was sick. “He would shapes in multiple dimensions. He also also invested heavily in computers and
just say, ‘I was thinking,’ ” Lourie told collaborated with ShiingShen Chern in the people who ran them. “If you’re
me. In 1955, when Simons was seven on the ChernSimons theory. “Yeah, I going to analyze data, it really has to
teen, he enrolled at M.I.T. and fell in was a good mathematician,” he said. “I be clean,” he said. “Suppose it’s a se
love with mathematics. He received his wasn’t the greatest in the world, but I ries of stock prices. 31¼, 62½. Wait,
Ph.D. at U.C. Berkeley, when he was was pretty good.” stocks don’t double in a day—so there’s
twentythree. Soon, he was working at All along, Simons was thinking about an error in the data! There’s all kinds
the federally funded Institute for De how to become rich. While at Berke of ways to get bugs out of data, and
fense Analyses, in its élite cryptogra ley, he bought soybean futures and went it’s important, because they can really
phy group, which is based in Prince to the exchange in San Francisco to screw you up.”
ton. “Our job was to break other watch them being traded. (“They went He encouraged interaction and de
countries’ codes and to design our own,” up!” he said. “And then they went back bate among the researchers. “Every
Simons said. “I was lucky enough to down.”) In the late seventies, not long thing was collaboration at Renaissance,
do some very good mathematics while after he won the Veblen Prize, Simons or a great deal of it,” he said. “It was a
I was there, and I enjoyed coming up founded a small investment firm in an very open atmosphere.” Former col
with an algorithm and seeing it tested office park near Stony Brook. At the leagues agree that Simons was an ex
on a computer. I couldn’t program to time, he felt stymied by a mathemati ceptional manager. He understood what
save my life, but I did solve a long cal problem involving simplexes—a scientists enjoyed, and often arranged
standing problem in the field.” (He simplex is the polygon with the fewest quirky bonding exercises: at one point,
Renaissance employees competed to In October, Simons, who is the non- he sometimes uses to take his old math
see who could ride a bicycle along a executive chairman of Renaissance’s friends to extraordinary places. He re-
particular path at the slowest speed board, encouraged Mercer to resign cently cruised through French Poly-
without falling over. from his management position at the nesia with two of his Stony Brook col-
Renaissance has had an unprece- firm. Mercer did so. Simons said that leagues, Jeff Cheeger and Tony Phillips.
dented run. Bloomberg Markets, in an the decision was practical, not political. “Jeff had a bee in his bonnet about
article last year, called the firm’s sig- Mercer’s growing notoriety was “not so Pontryagin classes,” Phillips recalled,
nature product, the Medallion Fund, good for morale,” he explained. “One amused. “It became annoying. He kept
“perhaps the world’s greatest money- of our very best people had just said he wanting to talk about it.” Simons told
making machine.” For nearly three de- was quitting,” he noted, and me that he has done a lot
cades, it has gone up by eighty per cent “another of the very best peo- of thinking on yacht trips
annually, on average, before fees. Re- ple seemed to be on the himself, noting, “I once
naissance’s other, bigger funds have verge.” Simons checked in proved a nice theorem on
done less well. Simons said that this with the firm’s members re- the boat.”
is a consequence of their size: large cently, and he believes that
amounts of money cannot be traded
as quickly, and longer-term trading
he got the data he wanted:
morale has improved. “I J imbecame
and Marilyn Simons
major charitable
makes algorithms less useful. “It’s like think I was right,” he said. donors in the nineteen-
the weather,” he says—the nearer in, Simons himself contrib- nineties, when they launched
the higher the certainty. uted twenty-six million dol- their foundation. They have
Simons made his first million dol- lars in the 2016 election funded a math center at
lars by his early forties, his first billion cycle—to liberal causes. He told me Stony Brook, and a center for computer
by his sixties. “It was fun making the that he has always been a Democrat, science at Berkeley. The foundation has
money,” he said. At seventy-one, he re- because of the Party’s commitment to also given grants—for autism research,
tired, turning the fund’s management the poor. He sees no disconnect in pay- for a giant telescope in Chile that will
over to two speech-recognition experts ing the least possible in taxes while sup- hunt for gravitational waves from the
whom he’d brought on board in 1993, porting a party that would like him to big bang—that are collectively worth
Peter Brown and Robert Mercer. Si- pay more. “I’m happy to be one of the two and a half billion dollars. But Si-
mons told me that “language is very rich folks, but I think government ought mons’s role in these projects was rela-
predictive,” and he foresaw that Brown to do as much as it can to help ordi- tively limited, and when he retired he
and Mercer could apply their skills to nary folks get on with their lives,” he found himself spending most of his time
the markets. In an e-mail, Brown, who said. As adept as he is in math, he said managing his charitable assets and eval-
is now Renaissance’s C.E.O., said, “Jim’s that he was mystified by the way rich uating grant applications. During this
genius was in seeing the possibilities Americans had mopped up so much period, his loved ones sensed that he
for quantitative trading long before wealth in recent decades. “I don’t know was less happy. “He likes to work,” Mar-
others did and in setting up a company exactly why such a skewing has oc- ilyn said. Lourie, his cousin, told me,
in which he provided outstanding sci- curred,” he said. “I’m not an economist, “He would say that he had lots of proj-
entists with the resources, environment, and I haven’t studied the question, but ects, but no one project.”
and incentives to produce.” Brown also it doesn’t feel right to me to have that Simons says that he was fine, thank
observed, “His role was more in setting kind of balance—or imbalance.” After you: he was plenty busy, and wasn’t look-
the general direction of the company some reflection, he told me that he ing for a new job. But he did want to
than in developing the technology.” would support a rise in the top tax heighten the foundation’s impact on the
One thing that Simons did not pre- bracket. I could almost hear him run- sciences. In 2012, he and Marilyn con-
dict is that Mercer would become one ning numbers in his head about his net vened an informal conference at the But-
of the most divisive figures in American worth. “A rise from forty per cent to termilk Falls Hotel, in upstate New York.
politics. During the 2016 election cycle, fifty per cent would not be a tragedy,” Participants were asked to identify col-
Mercer, a far-right conservative, spent he said. “Depending on how the gov- laborative, goal-driven projects that were
more than twenty million dollars, even- ernment spends the money.” not being funded by other sources. This
tually throwing his weight behind the Although Simons seems determined was a technique that he had often used:
candidacy of Donald Trump. He is likely to give an enormous part of his for- tapping the opinions of well-informed
the single biggest donor to the alt-right, tune away, he is not embarrassed to people and then making a decision with
supplying millions of dollars to Breit- spend lavishly. He has a forty-eight- his gut. “Taste in science is very impor-
bart, the incendiary Web site run by Steve million-dollar apartment overlooking tant,” Simons told me. “To distinguish
Bannon. Simons described Mercer’s cur- Central Park, and he owns a sixty-five- what’s a good problem and what’s a prob-
rent politics as a transformation that has million-dollar jet, which he rents to lem that no one’s going to care about
surprised him. “I’ve talked to him a few others when he’s not using it. (Smok- the answer to anyway—that’s taste. And
times, but he is just very different from ing is permitted on board.) He also I think I have good taste.”
me, and I can’t change him,” Simons said. has a two-hundred-and-twenty-foot Simons’s intellectual reputation in-
He added, “I like him.” yacht, called the Archimedes, which sured that he would have top minds at
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data in the science world had exploded.
Maybe, Daubechies suggested at the
meeting, the foundation should fund
not new research but better mechanisms
for interpreting existing data. A new re-
search center could “prospect for inter-
esting data sets where people intuit that
there’s more structure than can be got-
ten out now, but that aren’t so compli-
cated that it’s hopeless.”
Scientists, Simons knew, were drown-
ing in data. New technologies like op-
togenetics—using light to activate cells
in living tissue—had generated a flood
of information about the human brain.
Infrared imaging, gravitational-wave
detection devices, and radio telescopes
relayed a constant stream of data about
the cosmos. Researchers often acquired
hundreds of terabytes of data in a sin-
gle experiment. Yet, despite this revo-
lutionary development, Daubechies
said, relatively little effort had been
“Behind one of these doors is a ferocious tiger. Behind the other is made to refine our methods of data
a beautiful lady. There might also be a tiger there, too. I buy so many computation.
tigers it’s basically become a storage issue at this point.” Her proposal resonated with Simons.
He returned to New York City, and kept
mulling over the idea. “The more I
• • thought about it, the more I liked it,”
he told me. “And Marilyn liked it.” David
the meeting. He’s not “that billionaire ley billionaires. In 2015, for the first time Baltimore was not surprised when Si-
guy,” Cheeger said. “He’s someone who’s since the Second World War, private mons chose Daubechies’s project. “I’m
a legend in the math community.” Chair- money, including corporate contribu- a life scientist, but Jim’s a mathemati-
ing the conference was David Baltimore, tions, provided most of the funding for cian,” he said. Daubechies had suggested
the Nobel Prize winner and the former basic-science research. that the center be situated at Duke, but
president of Caltech. The geneticist Eric Governmental granting organiza- the Simonses had a different idea: to
Lander was also present, along with a tions, such as the National Science establish a center near their Manhattan
variety of physicists, mathematicians, Foundation, tend to give money for in- foundation. They asked each other,
biologists, and astronomers. cremental research. People with sus- “Why not do it in-house?”
For some participants, the gathering tained track records are favored; the av-
offered an opportunity to pitch ambi- erage age of scientists with a Ph.D. imons hopes that the Flatiron
tious projects to a potential patron. This
represented a return to an old way of
who receive their first grant from the
National Institutes of Health is forty-
Screative
Institute will have the expansively
atmosphere of Bell Labs, the
doing science. In the years before the three. Speculative projects are generally storied offshoot of the telephone mo-
Second World War, private institutions avoided. At Simons’s gathering, the par- nopoly, whose heyday lasted from the
such as Rockefeller University, in Man- ticipants were encouraged to propose mid-forties to the eighties. Research-
hattan, and the Institute for Advanced projects whose payoff might not be ers there were asked to follow their pas-
Study, which was funded by the Bam- immediate. Baltimore proposed explor- sions, and the result was eight Nobel
berger’s department-store heirs, came ing immune-system engineering; an Prizes and the invention of the transis-
of age. But by the fifties the National astronomer suggested investigating the tor. Simons had a similarly idyllic ex-
Institutes of Health, the National Sci- dark-matter universe; a paleogeneticist perience at the Institute for Defense
ence Foundation, and other governmen- made a case for mapping the human Analyses, where he spent half his time
tal organizations were paying for the genome’s evolution through time. cracking codes and the other half pur-
vast majority of scientific research in One scholar in attendance, Ingrid suing his own mathematical interests.
America. For half a century, the gov- Daubechies, a math professor at Duke, When setting up Renaissance, Simons
ernment remained the dominant funder. had calculated what type of project Si- told me, he made sure that, despite the
But in the early aughts federal support mons might find especially appealing. extraordinary pressure, his firm was a
began to dwindle, and philanthropy She knew how he had made his for- pleasant and stimulating place to work,
came roaring back, led by Silicon Val- tune, and she knew that the amount of with frequent lectures and outings. Peter
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Brown, Renaissance’s C.E.O., recalled, ing that moment, which included the cluded a systems biologist, a genomics
“Working for Jim, you had the feeling kind of spinning gaseous orbs that are expert, a neuroscientist, and the two
that you had better produce, because he familiar from any planetarium. Then he coders, Carriero and Fisk.
had pretty much removed every excuse clicked on the algorithm behind the vi- The group developed a series of soft-
for not producing.” suals: a torrent of incomprehensible dig- ware programs, including Mountain-
Sharing had been an important part its in the simple typeface of Linux code. Sort, the program that automates the
of Renaissance’s culture. “Everyone The galaxy simulation, Hayward told output from multielectrode recordings,
knew what everyone else was doing,” Si- me, had begun two months earlier, and and CaImAn, a machine-learning algo-
mons said. “They could pitch in and say, would continue for another two months, rithm that detects the release of calcium
‘Try that!’ ” He wants information to as he and other researchers tried to un- in neurons. Simons was so happy with
flow among groups at the Flatiron In- derstand the feedback loop between star these results that he decided to proceed
stitute, too, so there are plenty of chalk- formation and black-hole formation. with the institute. To insure that he got
boards in the hallways, and communal “The unique thing provided by the Flat- top talent, he offered fellows a fifty-
areas—coffee nooks, tuffets arranged in iron is that I can start a new simulation per-cent salary increase and the option
rows—where fellows can “sit around and at any time and start immediately,” he to work only three days a week, which
schmooze.” He observed, “An algorithm said. “Even at Harvard, you’re normally would help them maintain a connection
that’s good for spike sorting—some ver- waiting in a queue.” to their home institutions, where lab
sion of it might conceivably be good for Simons told me that in 2013, shortly work was done. Spergel, the astronomer,
star sorting, or for looking at other things after the Buttermilk Falls conference, who has tenure at Princeton (and was
in another field.” One day in June, I he decided to start a small “in-house the runner-up in its most recent selec-
passed a chalkboard that was covered group” to explore “the scientific analy- tion of a president), immediately began
with an equation written by David Sper- sis of data.” He soon found someone recruiting applicants for a division of
gel, the head of the astronomy division. who was “stunningly qualified” to lead twenty people. He told prospects, “You
It demonstrated that the way a super- the group: Leslie Greengard, who had get to shape the direction of computa-
nova explosion drives galactic winds also been the head of the Courant Institute tional astrophysics. You will be driving
captures the behavior of the movement of Mathematical Sciences, at N.Y.U. the field if you come here.” Of the twelve
of waves in oceans and, by implication, Greengard had a medical degree, which offers he made to postdoctoral candi-
the movement of fluids in cells. he had never used, and he wanted to dates, eight said yes. “We didn’t even
When I visited the institute this fall, throw himself into problems in biology. have a Web page yet!” he said.
I saw many visualizations of informa- How could he do that at a math insti- In one of its opening gambits, the
tion on computer screens, and they un- tute? Simons made him a very attrac- astronomy group has used high-powered
derscored the commonalities among tive offer, and Greengard accepted it. statistical analyses to challenge exist-
the fellows’ data sets. The visual inter- He quickly assembled a group that in- ing models of the universe. A mapping
face of a biology algorithm displayed
the balloon-like amino acids of a pro-
tein, but they could have been on an
astronomer’s computer: the image re-
minded me of planets being born. An
elegant pinwheel, designed to map the
links among genetic mutations, looked
like an old-fashioned representation
of a planetary system in orbit. The pro-
gram allowed you to type in the name
of a gene; it then ranked the diseases
most closely associated with that gene.
The project, which works through ma-
chine learning, draws on fifteen thou-
sand gene samples from patients and
from laboratory cultures. The hope is
to expand the set to millions of gene
samples.
I sat down with Christopher Hay-
ward, a young astronomer who has a
Ph.D. from Harvard. He was working
on a simulation of a crucial cosmolog-
ical moment, a billion years after the
creation of the universe, when smaller
galaxies were cohering into larger ones.
He showed me a visualization depict-
project of stars in the Milky Way de- tivity is absolutely not something I want be capricious. “Yes, sure, they have a lot
tected a surprising number of twin stars. to promise,” Georges told me, explain- of money and they can put in a lot of
This finding suggests that, contrary to ing that he’d be happy if his computa- money, but they can also take it away
what many astronomers believe, dark tions helped scientists to create a bet- and put it somewhere else.” Tom Insel,
matter is not made up largely of black ter magnet. Before agreeing to move to who led the National Institute of Men-
holes, because the gravitational power the United States, he asked Simons to tal Health for more than a decade, ex-
of the black holes would have forced make a clear commitment to computa- pressed a different worry. “My concern
many of the twin stars apart. tional science. Simons had the Flatiron’s is that the generosity of Jim Simons will
When Simons needed to find a leader board pass a resolution guaranteeing to let the rest of us off the hook,” he said.
for the quantum-physics division, he fund the institute for at least fifty years. “Will we decide that science can be sup-
took a similar “Ocean’s Eleven” approach. Georges accepted the offer. ported as a private endeavor, and for-
He held a workshop on the subject and Flatiron Institute researchers don’t feit our commitment to use taxpayer
closely observed the participants. One have to teach, and they don’t have to dollars for science? Will we forget that
of them, a French physicist whom he apply for grants, which can consume science is an investment, not a cost?”
had met several years earlier, particu- much of an academic’s time. Nearly all The Simons Foundation has chan-
larly struck him. “When he opened his the institute’s senior hires come from nelled hundreds of millions of dollars
mouth to speak, everyone shut up to lis- universities, and most of these univer- into autism research—seventy-five mil-
ten to what he had to say,” he said. “And sities are nearby, leading to some resent- lion dollars this year alone. It is no co-
I was very impressed by that.” The man ment. “People feel we have so many re- incidence that the Simonses have a fam-
was Antoine Georges, of the Collège sources that we’re going to take over the ily member who is on the spectrum.
de France. Simons was further excited world,” Spergel said. In an e-mail, one And, despite the importance of the re-
when he learned of one of Georges’s competitor complained to Spergel that search, is it not possible that these mil-
projects: research into the properties of the Flatiron was “a 1000 pound gorilla,” lions would be better spent on a differ-
superconductive materials. Scientists adding that, of the people he had re- ent syndrome, either because it affects
have long dreamed of creating a super- cently been trying to recruit, all of them even more people or because it might
conductor that works at room tempera- had “an offer from you.” Another re- be more readily solved? Simons does
ture. This might not sound like a com- searcher pointed out that, as powerful not think so. He trusts his taste. “We’ve
putational problem, but it is. Analyzing as computational science has become, really transformed that field,” he said.
the electronic properties of materials, it still relies on the kind of experimen- Some of the work he has funded, he
particularly synthesized ones, “can re- tal science that the institute does not noted, “has employed a very mathemat-
quire hugely complex algorithms and fund. In an e-mail, the researcher noted, ical approach to finding new genes.”
much computing,” Simons explained. If “The predictions from the computation
this breakthrough could be achieved, can only ever be as good as the data that ne afternoon this fall, the heads of
many of the constraints of engineering
would disappear: electricity could travel
has been generated. (I think!)”
Simons’s willingness to pay more
O the institute’s three divisions sat
with Simons at a conference table near
without loss, and trains that levitate in- than the most élite academic institu- his office. All the participants were bald
stead of running on tracks would be- tions makes many people uncomfort- men with glasses, and the conversation
come commonplace. “It able. Ray Madoff, who runs was fast, lightly mocking, and remark-
would be worth trillions and the Boston College Law ably well informed. You felt as though
trillions of dollars in appli- School Forum on Philan- you were in the presence of exceptional
cations,” Simons said. thropy and the Public Good, minds. Simons looked in his element:
The Flatiron Institute, Si- said, “It shows what a lot of he might have been back at Stony Brook
mons likes to say, is “giving people suspected, which is or Renaissance.
everything away,” but the that the wealthy play by their The men had gathered, in part, to
claim sometimes seemed ten- own rules. The rich are run- discuss adding a fourth division. Si-
tative, like an alcoholic push- ning things, and we’re just mons asked his lieutenants for sugges-
ing away a drink. “No, we’re visiting their world.” It tions. Spergel suggested computational
not in it for the money,” he wasn’t so long ago that pri- epidemiology and public health. But
told me at one point. “Well, vate foundations could be was the field, Greengard asked, truly
money can’t hurt. But, no, we’re not in established only by an act of Congress, “Flatiron-ready”? Spergel countered
it for the money.” Superconductivity, he in part because they were considered that it was an area in which “some smart
admitted, aroused temptation. “If you so inimical to democracy. In 1913, Con- people could really have an impact.” Si-
understand enough about materials, you gress refused John D. Rockefeller’s re- mons stepped in to say that, if they
could possibly crack that problem and quest to establish his foundation. He couldn’t find someone great to “hon-
probably make a lot of money for the had to go to the New York State Leg- cho” a workshop on the topic, they
foundation,” he told me. Georges, for islature for a charter instead. should let it drop for now.
his part, seemed worried that Simons Uros Seljak, who directs U.C. Berke- A second prospect was computa-
was overly focussed on an extremely ley’s department of astronomy and phys- tional neuroscience. A prominent N.Y.U.
difficult problem. “Such superconduc- ics, warned that private foundations can researcher was already scheduled to make
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a presentation at the institute in the
winter, but Simons was doubtful. “Neu-
roscience is this huge field,” he said. “I
don’t know if we can make an impor-
tant dent in it or not. ‘How the brain
works’ is arguably right up there with
‘How is the universe formed?’ as a diffi-
cult problem.” This, too, was put aside.
Next came the geosciences. Simons
lit up. He liked the complexity of the
problems that needed to be solved. The
institute could field-test the idea with
a workshop, and it could include atmo-
spheric science and ocean science, so
that there was a connection to climate-
change research. “My guess is there’s
room to do good work there,” he said.
The others cautioned that thousands
of researchers were already working on
climate change. Simons pushed back:
“Well, if you added one person who was
a real atmospheric guy, eh, that wouldn’t
hurt.” The others assented. Simons was
pleased, if unsurprised, to have got his
way. For all his affability, he casts the
deciding vote.
On November 3rd, a “bio-geoscientist”
from Caltech, John Grotzinger, came to
talk to the Simonses, two of the three
division heads, the computing chiefs,
and a few others. He commented on the
difficulty that academia has in getting
new telescopes built. “It’s not just
Caltech,” he said. “It’s everyone.”
Simons mentioned the telescope ¥ ¥
that he had helped fund in Chile; it
will cost him about forty million dol- ing with physical oceanographers.” He he hopes to have his fourth division in
lars. “We’re putting up this big obser- talked about how his best collabora- place by next September. I asked him:
vatory in the Atacama Desert—it’s tion had resulted from having had Why stop there? Why not eight units?
going to be beautiful,” he said. “We’re lunch with an oceanographer, and how Why not Simons University? He had
going to study the cosmic microwave rare this was. Climate modelling, he the money, after all. But he insisted that
background.” said, was an intrinsically difficult prob- four divisions was all he could handle,
“Wow,” Grotzinger said. lem made worse by the structural di- if he wanted both first-class work and
Grotzinger, who was advising, not visions of academia. “They will grope a collaborative atmosphere. He added
seeking a job, elegantly guided the their way to a solution probably in that he needed to manage it all, with
group through the challenges of cli- the next fifty years,” Grotzinger said. his “light touch.”
mate modelling. Many of the problems “But, if you had it all under one um- Simons understood that, whatever
were familiar to the Flatiron staff. “Most brella, I think it could result in a major structure he set up, it ultimately needed
of the data actually gets ignored,” Grot- breakthrough.” to function well without his supervi-
zinger explained. And there was a prob- Simons and his team were interested. sion. The foundation had signed a
lem of collaboration. He was a special- It seemed Flatiron-ready. The scientists thirty-five-year lease on the institute’s
ist in historical climate change—speci- asked Grotzinger how many fellows, building, with an option to renew for
fically, what had caused the great Perm- and how much computing power, such fifteen more. As long as the tax laws
ian extinction, during which virtually a group would need. Grotzinger esti- didn’t change dramatically, Simons’s
all species died. To properly assess this mated that a division would need at fortune could keep the institute going
cataclysm, you had to understand both least fifty researchers to be effective. in perpetuity. But humans, he realized,
the rock record and the ocean’s com- “I would include some programmers,” were not machines. “I’m hoping this is
position, but, Grotzinger said, “geolo- Simons chimed in. going to last a hundred years,” he told
gists don’t have a history of interact- After the meeting, Simons said that me. “But I won’t see it.”
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LETTER FROM TALLINN
p the Estonian coast, a five- a soul. “At parties, it gets close to peo- buying a house, all bureaucratic pro-
The Estonian government is so eager to take on big problems that many ambitious techies leave the private sector to join it.
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ILLUSTRATION
BY EIKO OJALA THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017 85
governance is what I’m calling it,” Tim ber, my e-mail account. Then there’s that’s accessible to medical specialists
Draper, a venture capitalist at the Sili- real estate, the land registry.” Elsewhere, can be sealed off from other doctors if
con Valley firm Draper Fisher Jurvet- a box included all of her employment Piperal doesn’t want it seen.
son and one of Estonia’s leading tech information; another contained her “I’ll show you a digital health rec-
boosters, says. “We’re about to go into traffic records and her car insurance. ord,” she said, to explain. “A doctor from
a very interesting time where a lot of She pointed at the tax box. “I have no here”—a file from one clinic—“can see
governments can become virtual.” tax debts; otherwise, that would be there. the research that this doctor”—she
Previously, Estonia’s best-known in- And I’m finishing a master’s at the Tal- pointed to another—“does.” She’d locked
dustry was logging, but Skype was built linn University of Technology, so a third record, from a female-medicine
there using mostly local engineers, and here”—she pointed to the education practice, so that no other doctor would
countless other startups box—“I have my student be able to see it. A tenet of the Esto-
have sprung from its soil. information. If I buy a nian system is that an individual owns
“It’s not an offshore para- ticket, the system can ver- all information recorded about him or
dise, but you can capital- ify, automatically, that I’m her. Every time a doctor (or a border
ize a lot of money,” Thomas a student.” She clicked into guard, a police officer, a banker, or a
Padovani, a Frenchman the education box, and a minister) glances at any of Piperal’s se-
who co-founded the digi- detailed view came up, list- cure data online, that look is recorded
tal-ad startup Adcash in ing her previous degrees. and reported. Peeping at another per-
Estonia, explains. “And the “My cat is in the pet reg- son’s secure data for no reason is a crim-
administration is light, all istry,” Piperal said proudly, inal offense. “In Estonia, we don’t have
the way.” A light touch does pointing again. “We are Big Brother; we have Little Brother,” a
not mean a restricted one, done with the vaccines.” local told me. “You can tell him what
however, and the guiding influence of Data aren’t centrally held, thus re- to do and maybe also beat him up.”
government is everywhere. ducing the chance of Equifax-level Business and land-registry informa-
As an engineer, Kotka said, he found breaches. Instead, the government’s data tion is considered public, so Piperal used
the challenge of helping to construct a platform, X-Road, links individual serv- the system to access the profile of an
digital nation too much to resist. “Imag- ers through end-to-end encrypted path- Estonian politician. “Let’s see his land
ine that it’s your task to build the Golden ways, letting information live locally. registry,” she said, pulling up a list of
Gate Bridge,” he said excitedly. “You Your dentist’s practice holds its own properties. “You can see there are three
have to change the whole way of think- data; so does your high school and your land plots he has, and this one is lo-
ing about society.” So far, Estonia is past bank. When a user requests a piece of cated”—she clicked, and a satellite pho-
halfway there. information, it is delivered like a boat tograph of a sprawling beach house ap-
crossing a canal via locks. peared—“on the sea.”
ne afternoon, I met a woman Although X-Road is a government The openness is startling. Finding the
O named Anna Piperal at the E-
Estonia Showroom. Piperal is the “e-
platform, it has become, owing to its
ubiquity, the network that many major
business interests of the rich and pow-
erful—a hefty field of journalism in the
Estonia ambassador”; the showroom is private firms build on, too. Finland, Es- United States—takes a moment’s re-
a permanent exhibit on the glories of tonia’s neighbor to the north, recently search, because every business connec-
digitized Estonia, from Skype to Tim- began using X-Road, which means that tion or investment captured in any rec-
beter, an app designed to count big piles certain data—for instance, prescriptions ord in Estonia becomes searchable
of logs. (Its founder told me that she’d that you’re able to pick up at a local phar- public information. (An online tool even
struggled to win over the wary titans of macy—can be linked between the na- lets citizens map webs of connection,
Big Log, who preferred to count the in- tions. It is easy to imagine a novel inter- follow-the-money style.) Traffic stops
efficient way.) Piperal has blond hair nationalism taking shape in this form. are illegal in the absence of a moving vi-
and an air of brisk, Northern European Toomas Ilves, Estonia’s former President olation, because officers acquire records
professionalism. She pulled out her I.D. and a longtime driver of its digitization from a license-plate scan. Polling-place
card; slid it into her laptop, which, like efforts, is currently a distinguished vis- intimidation is a non-issue if people can
the walls of the room, was faced with iting fellow at Stanford, and says he was vote—and then change their votes, up
blond wood; and typed in her secret shocked at how retrograde U.S. bureau- to the deadline—at home, online. And
code, one of two that went with her I.D. cracy seems even in the heart of Silicon heat is taken off immigration because, in
The other code issues her digital signa- Valley. “It’s like the nineteen-fifties—I a borderless society, a resident need not
ture—a seal that, Estonians point out, had to provide an electrical bill to prove even have visited Estonia in order to
is much harder to forge than a scribble. I live here!” he exclaimed. “You can get work and pay taxes under its dominion.
“This PIN code just starts the whole an iPhone X, but, if you have to regis-
decryption process,” Piperal explained. ter your car, forget it.” oon after becoming the C.I.O., in
“I’ll start with my personal data from
the population registry.” She gestured
X-Road is appealing due to its rig-
orous filtering: Piperal’s teachers can
San unlikely
2013, Taavi Kotka was charged with
project: expanding Estonia’s
toward a box on the screen. “It has my enter her grades, but they can’t access population. The motive was predomi-
document numbers, my phone num- her financial history, and even a file nantly economic. “Countries are like
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enterprises,” he said. “They want to in Estonia, the mentality is kind of ‘What Russia. But Italy and Ukraine follow, and
crease the wealth of their own people.” is the gain, and where is the money?’ ” U.K. applications spiked during Brexit.
Tallinn, a harbor city with a popu he said. The physical factor still im (Many applicants are footloose entre
lation just over four hundred thousand, poses limitations—only thirtyeight preneurs or solo venders who want to be
does not seem to be on a path toward consulates have agreed to issue docu based in the E.U.) Because eightyeight
outsized growth. Not far from the ments, and they are distributed un per cent of applicants are men, the United
cobbled streets of the hilly Old Town evenly. (Estonia has only one embassy Nations has begun seeking applications
is a business center, where boxy Soviet in all of Africa.) But the office has for female entrepreneurs in India.
structures have been supplanted by styl made special accommodations for sev “There are so many companies in
ish buildings of a Scandinavian cast. eral popular locations. Since there’s the world for whom working across
Otherwise, the capital seems pleasantly no Estonian consulate in San Fran borders is a big hassle and a source of
preserved in time. The coastal daylight cisco, the New York consulate flies expense,” Siim Sikkut, Estonia’s current
is bright and thick, and, when a breeze personnel to California every three C.I.O., says. Today, in Estonia, the
comes off the Baltic, silverbirch leaves months to batchprocess Silicon Val weekly eresidency application rate
shimmer like chimes. “I came home to ley applicants. exceeds the birth rate. “We tried to
a great autumn / to a luminous land “I had a deal that I did with Fun make more babies, but it’s not that easy,”
scape,” the Estonian poet Jaan Kaplinski derbeam, in Estonia,” Tim Draper, who he explained.
wrote decades ago. This much has not became Estonia’s second eresident,
changed. told me. “We decided to use a ‘smart ith so many businesses abroad,
Kotka, however, thought that it was
possible to increase the population just
contract’—the first ever in a venture
deal!” Smart contracts are encoded on
W Estonia’s startupism hardly
leaves an urban trace. I went to visit one
by changing how you thought of what a digital ledger and, notably, don’t re of the places it does show: a coworking
a population was. Consider music, he quire an outside administrative author space, Lift99, in a complex called the
said. Twenty years ago, you bought a ity. It was an appealing prospect, and Telliskivi Creative City. The Creative
CD and played the album through. Draper, with his market investor’s gaze, City, a former industrial park, is draped
Now you listen track by track, on de recognized a new market for élite tech with trees and framed by buildings
mand. “If countries are competing not brainpower and capital. “I thought, whose peeling exteriors have turned the
only on physical talent moving to their Wow! Governments are going to have yellows of a wornout sponge. There
country but also on how to get the best to compete with each other for us,” are murals, outdoor sculptures, and bills
virtual talent connected to their country, he said. for coming shows; the space is shaped
it becomes a disruption like the one we So far, twentyeight thousand people by communalism and by the spirit of
have seen in the music industry,” he have applied for eresidency, mostly creative unrule. One art work consists
said. “And it’s basically a zerocost proj from neighboring countries: Finland and of stacked logs labelled with Tallinn
ect, because we already have this infra
structure for our own people.”
The program that resulted is called
eresidency, and it permits citizens of
another country to become residents of
Estonia without ever visiting the place.
An eresident has no leg up at the cus
toms desk, but the program allows in
dividuals to tap into Estonia’s digital
services from afar.
I applied for Estonian eresidency
one recent morning at my apartment,
and it took about ten minutes. The ap
plication cost a hundred euros, and the
hardest part was finding a passport pho
tograph to upload, for my card. After
approval, I would pick up my creden
tials in person, like a passport, at the
Estonian Consulate in New York.
This physical task proved to be the
main stumbling block, Ott Vatter, the
deputy director of eresidency, explained,
because consulates were reluctant to
expand their workload to include a new
document. Mild xenophobia made some
Estonians at home wary, too. “Inside “ You call this parity?”
startups: Insly, LeapIN, Photry, and other. Sass took one; I took the other. cause so much is going on.” He asked
something called 3D Creationist. “Many times, a miracle can happen if whether I wanted to talk with his boss,
The office manager, Elina Kaarneem, you put talented people in one room,” Michael Randt, at the Trinamic head-
greeted me near the entrance. “Please re- he said as I tried to keep my knees in- quarters, in Hamburg, and I said that I
move your shoes,” she said. Lift99, which side my space. Not far from the Hem- did, so he opened his laptop and set up
houses thirty-two companies and five ingway Room, Barack Obama’s face a conference call on Skype. Randt was
freelancers, had industrial windows, with was also on a wall. Obama Rooms are sitting at a table, peering down at us as
a two-floor open-plan workspace. Both booths for making cell-phone calls, fol- if we were a mug of coffee. Tallinn had
levels also included smaller rooms named lowing something he once said about a great talent pool, he said: “Software
for techies who had done business with Estonia. (“I should have called the Es- companies are absorbing a lot of this
Estonia. There was a Zennström Room, tonians when we were setting up our labor, but, when it comes to hardware,
after Niklas Zennström, the Swedish health-care Web site.”) That had been there are only a few companies around.”
entrepreneur who co-founded Skype, in stencilled on the wall as well. He was an e-resident, so opening a Tal-
Tallinn. There was a Horowitz Room, Some of the companies at Lift99 are linn office was fast.
for the venture capitalist Ben Horowitz, local startups, but others are interna- Maantoa took me upstairs, where he
who has invested in Estonian tech. There tional firms seeking an Estonian foot- had a laboratory space that looked like
was also a Tchaikovsky Room, because hold. In something called the Draper a janitor’s closet. Between a water heater
the composer had a summer house in Room, for Tim Draper, I met an Esto- and two large air ducts, he had set up
Estonia and once said something nice nian engineer, Margus Maantoa, who a desk with a 3-D printer and a robotic
about the place. was launching the Tallinn branch of motion-control platform. I walked him
“This is not the usual co-working the German motion-control company back to Draper and looked up another
space, because we choose every human,” Trinamic. Maantoa shares the room startup, an Estonian company called
Ragnar Sass, who founded Lift99, ex- with other companies, and, to avoid dis- Ööd, which makes one-room, two-
claimed in the Hemingway Room. turbing them, we went to the Iceland hundred-square-foot huts that you can
Hemingway, too, once said something Room. (Iceland was the first country to order prefab. The rooms have floor-to-
about Estonia; a version of his pro- recognize Estonian independence.) The ceiling windows of one-way glass, cli-
nouncement—“No well-run yacht seats around the table in the Iceland mate control, furniture, and lovely wood
basin is complete without at least two Room were swings. floors. They come in a truck and are
Estonians”—had been spray-stencilled I took a swing, and Maantoa took an- dropped into the countryside.
on the wall, along with his face. other. He said, “I studied engineering “Sometimes you want something
The room was extremely small, with and physics in Sweden, and then, seven small, but you don’t want to be in a
two cushioned benches facing each years ago, I moved back to Estonia be- tent,” Kaspar Kägu, the head of Ööd
sales, explained. “You want a shower in
the morning and your coffee and a beau-
tiful landscape. Fifty-two per cent of
Estonia is covered by forestland, and
we’re rather introverted people, so we
want to be—uh, not near everybody
else.” People of a more sociable dispo-
sition could scatter these box homes on
their property, he explained, and rent
them out on services like Airbnb.
“We like to go to nature—but com-
fortably,” Andreas Tiik, who founded
Ööd with his carpenter brother, Jaak,
told me. The company had queued pre-
orders from people in Silicon Valley,
who also liked the idea, and was tweak-
ing the design for local markets. “We’re
building a sauna in it,” Kägu said.
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e’re submerged, all of us. You, he could swim the whole length back- saw the polytunnels—from the coach, on
PAPER CHASE
“The Post.”
BY ANTHONY LANE
he new film by Steven Spielberg, be called the Pentagon Papers. In case age motion picture; how do you match
T “The Post,” begins in the jungle,
shifts to Washington, and defies us to
the knowledge isn’t that common, how-
ever, especially among younger view-
that? The second is Jason Robards, who
won an Oscar for his portrayal of
tell the difference. Courtrooms, board- ers, the words “Top Secret—Sensitive” Bradlee in “All the President’s Men”
rooms, nicely decorated drawing rooms, are visible on the files that Ellsberg (1976), and showed a generation of men
and newsrooms furnished with little plucks from a drawer one night. We how to park their feet on a table. There
more than telephones and smoke: they also get a potted history of American was a time when only cowboys could
all feel cocked and combat-ready, and involvement in Southeast Asia, from do that, with a clink of spurs; now it
every deadline looms like an ambush. Truman to Johnson. Spielberg remains was a Beltway Brahmin in a striped
With Spielberg in command, almost a sworn foe of narrative confusion, and, shirt. Robards also patented a kind of
nothing is allowed to soothe the ten- as for potting, nobody does it better. growling drawl—a grawl, so to speak—
sion. If a great white shark swam by, Among the audience for “The Post” that Hanks is too smart to mimic. His
it would be told to move on. will be a faction that chafes at the title Bradlee comes with a snap and a hint
“Who’s the longhair?” So one sol- and believes, not without cause, that it of a snarl, ditching the languor for the
dier says to another, as they prepare to should be “The Times.” One problem sake of impatience, and his trademark
head into a dark Vietnamese forest, in with any heist is what to do with the pose is a doughty crossing of the arms.
1966. The guy with the frizz is Daniel loot, and it was to Neil Sheehan—then One writer, who has requested two
Ellsberg (Matthew Rhys), who is em- a correspondent for the Times, and later whole days to get a piece together, is
ployed by the Rand Corporation and the author of “A Bright Shining Lie” briskly reminded that he is a reporter
embedded with U.S. troops. On the (1988), one of the indispensable books and not a novelist. Somebody else de-
plane back to America, he is summoned on Vietnam—that Ellsberg wisely went. scribes Bradlee as a pirate. Hence the
by the Secretary of Defense, Robert His move was understandable, given gleeful—and, to be honest, very Hanks-
McNamara (Bruce Greenwood), and the reach and the resources of the paper, ian—moment when, under siege from
asked, straight out, for his opinion on but, in Spielberg’s film, it annoys the every angle, he ducks sideways and says
the war: “Are things better or worse?” hell out of Ben Bradlee (Tom Hanks), to his assistant, “My God, the fun.”
Much the same, Ellsberg replies, and the editor of the Washington Post, who, The glee is not entirely shared by
an exasperated McNamara agrees. But sniffing a scoop, fishes forty bucks from his boss, Katharine Graham (Meryl
that is not what he tells the press, who his wallet and tells an intern to catch Streep), who, since her husband’s sui-
have assembled on the tarmac to hear a train to New York, with instructions cide, has been the sole proprietor of
his views. “In every respect, we’re mak- to snoop around and work out where the Post, and whose default condition,
ing progress,” he says. Greenwood has the smell is coming from. Sure enough, for a while, appears to be one notch up
perfected the McNamara smile—long the Times breaks the news, casting grave from a tizzy. We first see her waking
and curved, like a scythe. aspersions upon governments old and up, with a start, in a bed strewn with
The movie, written by Liz Hannah new, while the Post is left to lead with papers and books; entering a restau-
and Josh Singer, sprouts from this rift a triumphant splash on the wedding rant, she knocks over a chair; now and
between the true state of affairs and the of Tricia Nixon. then, she has to take puffy little breaths,
alternative facts that are presented to Hanks does a lot with Bradlee— like a reluctant swimmer nerving her-
ABOVE: LEWIS SCOTT
the public. As is common knowledge, more than you’d expect, given the twin self at the pool’s edge. Not that you can
it was Ellsberg’s conscience about the obstacles that he has to surmount. The blame her, for the water is infested with
rift that led him to steal—or, if you pre- first is Bradlee himself, the unassail- men. As a woman, even a wealthy one,
fer, to liberate—a hulking stash of in- able star of his own life, which bore she is all but alone in a hostile or, at
criminating documents, which came to the shape and the shine of a golden- best, a condescending world. The story
98 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017
Tom Hanks and Meryl Streep star as Ben Bradlee and Katharine Graham in Steven Spielberg’s Pentagon Papers film.
ILLUSTRATION
BY PATRICK LEGER THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017 99
is set just as her newspaper is about to trusted costume designer for Spielberg; creation of the past, “The Post” is not
go public on the stock market, in a bid reportedly, on the set of the new film, a period movie. Instead, it is squarely
to raise capital, and there’s a wonder- he referred to her as “my co-director.” addressed to the present day, striving
ful shot of a door swinging wide to Another regular is Janusz Kamiński, for the urgency of a headline. The film
admit her to the meeting at which the who has been Spielberg’s cinematog- is here to warn us of fresh threats to
share price will be agreed. There, be- rapher since “Schindler’s List” (1993), press freedom; to confirm that the bat-
fore her, is a thick male swarm, uni- and who gives us a jolt, on this occa- tle between real news and fake news is
formly clad in dark suits. Politely, they sion, by opting for lenses so wide that not without precedent; and to raise a
part to make way for her, and yet, at some of the compositions appear to knowing titter, as Streep—“one of the
some level, she is no more welcome stretch and bulge; as the camera scur- most overrated actresses in Hollywood,”
here than she would be in the inner- ries up a corridor, we could be watch- according to Donald Trump—delivers
most chambers of the Vatican. ing an outtake from “The Shining.” the line “It’s hard to say no to the Pres-
Such cramming and crowding of the ident of the United States.” The Pres-
treep, needless to say, is biding her frame is presumably designed to con- ident in question is Lyndon Johnson,
Spacing
time. No actress is more adept at
a performance, and everything
vey the frantic mood of the era: quite
a contrast to the art of Gordon Willis,
with whom Mrs. Graham was naturally
on familiar terms, but we get the point.
in “The Post” gathers force and nar- who filmed “All the President’s Men” If anything, we get the point too
rows to a point—to a closeup of Mrs. as if he were holding his breath, wait- much. Unlike “Empire of the Sun”
Graham, on the phone, under multi- ing and watching to see what, or who, (1987) or “Catch Me If You Can” (2002),
ple pressures. What’s happened is this: might emerge from the quiet shadows. which left us with a tussle of compet-
the Nixon Administration, in a show The sequence, early in that movie, de- ing feelings, Spielberg’s latest work ex-
of undemocratic muscle not seen since picting the break-in at the Watergate ults without a fleck of irony in its moral
the previous century, has brought an complex, in 1972, is mirrored in the clos- obligation—to lend dramatic form to
injunction against the Times, compel- ing minutes of “The Post.” One coverup, the First Amendment. “The only way
ling it to halt publication of the Pen- we realize, will bleed into the next. to protect the right to publish is to
tagon Papers; Bradlee, sensing his Nothing is more promisingly solid, publish,” Bradlee says, and Mrs. Gra-
chance, has grabbed it with his cus- to the moviegoer, than a major Spiel- ham even wheels out the rusty nos-
tomary flourish; one of his stalwarts, berg production. You can foretell ev- trum about journalism being the first
Ben Bagdikian (Bob Odenkirk), has erything from the calibration of the draft of history. Of what used to be
met with Ellsberg and collared a hoard craftsmanship to the heft of the cast, termed gutter journalism, or, indeed,
of classified material (around which and “The Post” inarguably delivers. of what goes on down at gutter level,
his colleagues cluster, like the Goonies Streep and Hanks are backed by play- we see no trace. (Imagine what history
inspecting a treasure map); after a storm ers as proficient as Tracy Letts, Sarah would be like if it grew out of “His
of editing, the pages are made up and Paulson, and Michael Stuhlbarg, who Girl Friday” or “Ace in the Hole.”) Nor
ready to go; so what, pray, would Mrs. is in everything right now, and whose is there more than a wisp of what Mc-
Graham care to do? Streep goes into Abe Rosenthal, in “The Post,” seems Namara defined as the fog of war; there
a superbly controlled cadenza of ums, to be closely modelled on Grandpa, in is only the pack of lies that politicians
ers, and agonizing aahs. Suddenly, her “The Munsters.” As for authenticity, tell, and the bright shining light that
face clears. “Let’s publish,” she says. we are spirited back in style. Every- is beamed upon them by the press. Most
Even then, we get a last-minute hitch. thing smacks of the nineteen-seven- people going to see “The Post,” or lav-
By feeding from the same source— ties, from the photocopier the size of ishing it with awards, will, I suspect,
Ellsberg—that the Times employed, a small car to the actual small car, a feel heartened and flattered by the
the Post is risking contempt of court, mint-green Fiat, in which Bradlee, just warmth with which it endorses their
and its lawyers, who fear reprisals from to be different, zips around D.C. Nos- own convictions. Is that all we desire
on high, advise severely against going talgists for vanished technologies, from a movie, though—that it should
to print. Board members, with a stock meanwhile, will moan with delight at agree with us, and vice versa? How do
issue at stake, are no less fretful. “We the recurring images of type being set you prevent its principles, well inten-
can’t let her do this,” one of them says. by hand. (Call it hot-metal porn.) Most tioned as they are, from staling into
Like hell they can’t. Midnight strikes. distant of all is the weirdly intimate piety? When a film is bang on the mo-
The ditherer decides. The suits are pas de deux between those who dwell ment, as “The Post” is determined to
trounced. The presses roll. in power and those who must hold be, what will remain of its impact when
The scene is all the more rousing them to account; Mrs. Graham, a hob- the moment is past? Maybe Spielberg,
because of what Streep is wearing at nobber extraordinaire, drops round to Streep, and Hanks are possessed, like
the time. Mrs. Graham has, as usual, see McNamara, one Sunday, even as many of their compatriots, by a deeper
been hosting a party, and, this being her newspaper is gearing up to release dread. Maybe they think that the mo-
1971, she is clad in a gold semi-caftan information that will cut the ground ment is here to stay.
number, as if the soirée were about to from beneath him. It takes courage to
conclude with an Aztec sacrifice. The stop the dance. NEWYORKER.COM
presiding genius here is Ann Roth, a And yet, despite this authentic re- Richard Brody blogs about movies.
INFIDELS
or occasional snogs with attractive
co-workers, one person’s grievous be-
trayal is another’s harmless hobby.
A couples therapist gives adultery a chance. Notwithstanding the problems of
definition and the vague statistics, the
BY ZOË HELLER consensus among social scientists is
that the incidence of infidelity has been
rising in recent decades. This is mostly
attributed to the fact that modern life
has increased and democratized the op-
portunities for illicit sex. Women, whose
adulterous options have historically
been limited by domesticity and eco-
nomic dependence, have entered the
workforce and discovered new vistas of
romantic temptation. (Men are still the
more unfaithful sex, but their rates of
infidelity appear to have remained
steady over the past three decades, while,
according to some estimates, female
rates have risen by as much as forty per
cent.) Senior citizens have had their
sexual capacities indefinitely prolonged
by Viagra and hip-replacement surgery.
Even the timid and the socially mal-
adroit have been given a leg up, cour-
tesy of the online pander. Adultery may
still be, as Anthony Burgess described
it, the “most creative of sins,” but, thanks
to Tinder et al., engineering a tryst re-
quires significantly less ingenuity and
craft now than at any other time in
human history.
Surprisingly, perhaps, our increas-
ingly licentious behavior has not been
reflected in more tolerant public atti-
tudes toward infidelity. While we’ve
become considerably more relaxed about
ot long ago, scientists discovered We know that humans are bad at premarital sex, gay sex, and interracial
N that swans, the beloved symbols
of romantic and sexual fidelity, have
being faithful, but exactly how bad is
hard to tell. Estimates of the number
sex, our disapproval of extramarital sex
has been largely unaffected by our grow-
some chronic philanderers among their of people who fool around on their ing propensity to engage in it. We are
number. (How swans had kept this partners range, unhelpfully, from less eating forbidden apples more hungrily
from us for so long is a mystery.) Other than twenty per cent to more than sev- than ever, but we slap ourselves with
species regarded as paragons of sexual enty per cent. Reliable data are scarce, every bite. According to a 2017 Gallup
constancy—prairie voles and shingle- partly because cheaters tend to be un- poll, Americans deplore adultery (which
back skinks—have also proved, on closer trustworthy on the subject of their is still illegal in some two dozen states
inspection, to be inconstant lovers. cheating, and partly because people and still included among the crimes of
For the makers of anniversary greet- disagree on what qualifies as a cheat. “moral turpitude” that can justify de-
ing cards, and for anyone else seeking Few survey respondents are likely to nial of citizenship) at much higher rates
a precedent in nature for the great follow President Carter’s example and than they do abortion, animal testing,
human experiment in monogamy, only include sins of the imagination in their or euthanasia.
a handful of mascots remain: black vul- personal inventories; most, it can be The fact that a prohibition is often
tures, owl monkeys, California mice. assumed, will reject President Clin- violated is not an argument, per se, for
giving up on the prohibition. Humans
We deplore those who cheat on their partners, but we’re cheating more than ever. kill one another with some frequency,
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BY LUCI GUTIÉRREZ THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017 101
and we continue to believe that our laws party,” while the straying partner is flavored insights into love and desire,
against murder are a good idea. If we labelled “the perpetrator.” The stan- and she has made a specialty of chal-
keep failing to meet our own standards, dard assumption is that an affair is a lenging the puritanical orthodoxies of
the solution, some would suggest, is symptom either of marital dysfunc- the American therapy industry. “Mat-
simply to try harder. The couples ther- tion or of some pathology on the part ing in Captivity” (2006), the book that
apist and relationship guru Esther Perel of the perpetrator. (Sex addiction and brought her to public notice, was a
believes otherwise. In her new book, fear of intimacy are the most com- sprightly disquisition on the anaph-
“The State of Affairs: Rethinking In- mon diagnoses, although lately a ge- rodisiac effects of married life, in which
fidelity” (Harper), she argues that we netic predisposition to infidelity has she argued that the excessive value
would be better off coming to a more been gaining traction.) placed on communication and trans-
compassionate accommodation of our This approach, Perel believes, does parency in modern relationships tends
unruly desires. Decades of administer- little justice to the “multifaceted ex- to foster conjugal coziness at the ex-
ing to adulterers and their anguished perience of infidelity.” It demonizes pense of erotic vitality. Her sugges-
spouses have convinced her that we adulterers, without pausing to explore tion that couples seeking to sustain
need “a more nuanced and less judg- their motives. It focusses on the trau- their élan vital would do well to cul-
mental conversation about infidelity,” matic effects of affairs, without ac- tivate a little distance and mystery was
one that acknowledges that “the intri- knowledging their “generative” possi- not original, or particularly radical,
cacies of love and desire don’t yield to bilities. “To look at straying simply in but it inspired wariness and even hos-
simple categorizations of good and bad, terms of its ravages is not only reduc- tility among some of her colleagues,
victim and culprit.” Our judgmental at- tionistic but also unhelpful,” she writes. who felt that she approached the sol-
titude toward our transgressions does Affairs can be devastatingly painful emn project of saving American mar-
not make us any less likely to commit for the ones betrayed, but they can riages with insufficient reverence.
them, she argues—“infidelity has a te- also be invigorating for marriages. If The new book, which expands on
nacity that marriage can only envy”— couples could be persuaded to take a (and occasionally repeats) the ideas
and it keeps us from understanding why more sympathetic, less catastrophic explored in the last, has met with sim-
we transgress. The desire to stray is not view of infidelity, they would, she pro- ilar objections. Perel has been accused
evil but human. poses, have a better chance of weath- of trivializing the scourge of infidel-
ering its occasional occurrence. When ity and of promoting ideas that are
raditional couples therapy fo- people ask her if she is against or in fundamentally hostile to the institu-
T cusses on the defense and en-
forcement of the monogamous pact,
favor of affairs, her standard response
is “yes.”
tion of marriage. It’s difficult, how-
ever, to find any real evidence for these
and tends to side firmly and explic- Perel, who is Belgian-born but prac- charges. Perel is more sanguine than
itly with the faithful spouse. He or tices in New York, is much sought others about the capacity of a mar-
she is often referred to as “the injured after for her sophisticated, European- riage to withstand adulterous lapses,
but her belief in coupledom—her com-
mitment to the idea of commitment—
is never in doubt. Insofar as she stresses
the importance of flexibility, patience,
and even stoicism in long-term rela-
tionships, her book bears a distinctly
traditional message.
Perel takes a very stern line on what
she sees as the excessive sense of en-
titlement that contemporary couples
bring to their relationships. Their out-
sized expectations of what marriage
can and should provide—perpetual
excitement, comfort, sexual bliss, in-
tellectual stimulus, and so on—to-
gether with their callow, “consumer-
ist” approach to romantic choices, leave
them ill-equipped to cope with the
inevitable frustrations and longueurs
of the long haul. They are too quick
to look elsewhere the moment that
their “needs aren’t being met,” and too
ready to despair the moment that the
promise of sexual loyalty is broken.
“Now smile—this one’s for our Christmas card.” Those who show willingness to forgive
for sexual variety, or it may have been
a bid for existential “growth, explo-
ration, and transformation.” (It’s hard
to imagine anyone being gladdened
by the news that his or her spouse’s
adultery was an Odyssean quest for
self-discovery.)
They are also asked to control their
vengeful impulses, learning to “me-
tabolize” their desire for vengeance
“in a healthy manner.” (A healthy act
of vengeance is making your spouse
send a check to your favorite charity,
not sewing shrimp into the hems of
his or her trousers.) They must resist
the desire to “know everything” and
avoid demanding details about the
physical acts involved in their part-
ners’ betrayals. (They can ask “inves-
tigative questions” about feelings but
not “detective questions” about hair
color, sexual positions, or the size of
genital organs.) Americans, Perel ob-
serves, are particularly inclined to be-
lieve that a process of forensic con-
fession is a necessary forerunner to
the restoration of trust, but “coming
clean,” she argues, is often more de-
structive than it is salutary, and “hon-
esty requires careful calibration.”
“Now, we’re not going to use the word ‘blame.’ ” f you can gird yourself to comply
Ichance,
with these guidelines, you have a
Perel claims, not only to save
• • your relationship but to transform
“the experience of infidelity into an
infidelity risk being chastised by tain amount of wild rage and sancti- enlarging emotional journey.” Roused
friends and relatives for their lack of mony is permissible, but after that the from sexual complacency by the threat
gumption. Women, Perel notes, are rigorous work of exploring the mean- of a third party, you may find that the
under particular pressure these days ing and motives of an affair must begin. sexual spark in your marriage has been
to leave cheating spouses as a mark The scrupulous evenhandedness reignited. “There is nothing like the
of their feminist “self-respect.” of Perel’s approach is eminently rea- eroticized gaze of the third to chal-
One reason, of course, that crises sonable in theory. She wants to re- lenge our domesticated perceptions
of infidelity attract such vampiric in- dress a traditional bias against cheat- of each other,” she writes. Now “the
terest is that they lift the peacetime ing spouses, to acknowledge “the ongoing challenge” for you and your
ban on judging other couples’ com- point of view of both parties—what partner is to maintain the flame. Tips
plex relations. For a moment, the it did to one and what it meant to for doing so include arranging can-
wall of privacy around a marriage is the other.” In practice, it must be said, dlelit date nights at home and creat-
breached and everyone gets to peer in her method seems to demand heroic ing secret e-mail accounts for “pri-
and make assessments. The outrage levels of forbearance on the part of vate, X-rated conversations during
and moral certainty expressed on such faithful spouses. They are asked not meetings, playdates, and parent-teacher
occasions can be comforting for the only to forgo the presumption of their conferences.”
betrayed spouse, but they are largely own moral superiority but to con- It’s not fair to pass judgment on
“unhelpful,” according to Perel. In sider and empathize with what has such ideas. Other people’s efforts to
order to come to any adult reckoning been meaningful, liberating, or joy- jazz up their flagging marital sex lives
with an affair, the betrayed must avoid ous about their partners’ adulterous are bound to seem a bit grim on the
wallowing too long in the warm bath experiences. The affair that has caused page. Still, in the long list of difficult
of righteousness. For a period imme- them so much anguish may have been demands that Perel makes on the
diately following the revelation, a cer- prompted by boredom or a longing human spirit—not seeking revenge,
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understanding your spouse’s desire to ningly or thoughtfully devised, can
feel “alive” with someone else, and so offer permanent solutions to the di-
on—the labor of fending off sexual lemmas of romantic love. The poly-
boredom and keeping domestic life amorist aspiration to replace sexual
“hot” may strike some as the most jealousy with “compersion” (a delight
punishing and arduous of all. in one’s partner’s sexual delight with
Perel, who understands the wilt- someone else) is just that: an aspira-
ing effect of the word “work” in the tion. People often end up in open re-
sexual context, prefers to talk about lationships out of a desire to propiti-
the need for playfulness and creativ- ate restless lovers, rather than through
ity, but the effort involved in the mo- any interest of their own—with pre-
nogamous enterprise cannot be de- dictably miserable results. And no
nied. Why is it that when old couples amount of expanding or softening the
announce how long they have been boundaries of fidelity will ever outwit
married people always clap, as if the the human desire to transgress. The
pair had completed a particularly gru- conventional bourgeois marriage in-
elling race or survived cancer? What vites adultery. The earnest polyamorous
is being applauded if not their endur- setup, in which every new lover is
ance, their masochistic rigor? Home openly acknowledged and everyone’s
fires are apt to lose some of their fe- feelings are patiently discussed at Yalta-
rocity in the long term, no matter how type summits, invites some more imag-
much creativity is expended on keep- inative trespass: not using a condom,
ing them alight. Might it not be bet- or introducing the lover to your par-
ter to stop fetishizing sexual exclu- ents. “In the realm of the erotic,” Perel
sivity as the sine qua non of happy writes, “negotiated freedom is not nearly
relationships? as enticing as stolen pleasures.”
Perel is not unsympathetic to this This—the impossibility of abso-
thought, and, toward the end of her lute romantic security—is the brac-
book, she devotes a brief chapter to ing moral at the center of Perel’s book.
various forms of consensual non- There is no “affair proof ” marriage,
monogamy. She writes about couples she warns, whatever the self-help in-
who swing, couples who have chosen dustry tries to tell you. To love is to
to be, in the term coined by the sex be vulnerable. Relationships can in-
columnist Dan Savage, “monogamish,” spire varying degrees of trust, but trust
and couples who have expanded into is always, as the psychoanalyst Adam
“triads,” “quads,” or “polyamorous Phillips puts it, “a risk masquerading
pods.” (Those interested in a more as a promise.” To believe yourself to
comprehensive taxonomy of such ar- be the sole progenitor of your part-
rangements may wish to consult “It’s ner’s desire, rather than merely its cur-
Called ‘Polyamory,’ ” by Tamara Pin- rent recipient, is a folly. Elizabeth
cus and Rebecca Hiles, a book that Hardwick, who stoically endured the
provides definitions of, among other countless infidelities of her husband,
things, “designer relationships,” “rela- Robert Lowell, knew something about
tionship anarchy,” and the polyam- this. In her famous essay “Seduction
orous “Z.”) Perel praises the efforts and Betrayal,” she described the ter-
of all these non-monogamists “to rible wisdom vouchsafed to the be-
tackle the core existential paradoxes trayed heroine of classic literature: she
that every couple wrestles with—se- “is never under the illusion that love
curity and adventure, togetherness or sex confers rights upon human be-
and autonomy, stability and novelty,” ings. She may of course begin with
and she is careful to remind the squea- the hope, and romance would scarcely
mish that many of these “romantic be possible otherwise; however, the
pluralists” succeed in maintaining truth hits her sharply, like vision or
rather higher standards of loyalty and revelation when the time comes. Affec-
honesty than do their monogamous tions are not things and persons never
counterparts. can become possessions, matters of
She remains, however, appropriately ownership. The desolate soul knows
skeptical about whether any relation- this immediately and only the trivial
ship construct, no matter how cun- pretend that it can be otherwise.”
THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017 105
dernity,” should “disparage if not con-
BOOKS demn the Syrian revolution from its
outset.” But for Adonis the Syrian up-
HEARING VOICES
rising was no revolution. In a recent in-
terview in French (he has lived in Paris
since the mid-nineteen-eighties), he
How the doyen of Arabic poetry draws on—and explodes—its traditions. claimed, “It is impossible, in a society
like Arab society, to make a revolution
BY ROBYN CRESWELL unless it is founded on the principle of
laïcité ”—the French term for a strin-
gent secularism. Long before the emer-
gence of the Islamic State’s caliphate,
Adonis warned that the alliance of the-
ology with state power was the region’s
most deep-rooted danger.
Adonis’s long poem “Concerto al-
Quds,” published in Arabic in 2012 and
now available in an English translation
by Khaled Mattawa (Yale), is the poet’s
secularist summa, a condemnation of
monotheism couched in the form of a
surrealist montage. Its subject is Jerusa-
lem—al-Quds, in Arabic—the spiritual
center for all three monotheistic faiths
and the site of their most apocalyptic
imaginings. In the Islamic tradition, Je-
rusalem was the first qibla (the direc-
tion faced in prayer), the starting point
of the Prophet Muhammad’s trip to the
heavens (al-mi‘raj ), and also the place
where the archangel Israfil will blow his
trumpet on the Day of Resurrection. In
Judaism, the city is the site of the First
and Second Temples, both destroyed,
and the envisaged site of a third. In the
Book of Revelation, John beholds a “new
Jerusalem” descending from the heav-
ens and hears a voice describing the life
to come: “And God shall wipe away all
tears from their eyes; and there shall be
n March, 2011, when civil protests tion as young naïfs, easily coöpted by no more death, neither sorrow, nor cry-
ISyria,
broke out in cities and towns across
the country’s most famous poet,
canny Islamists who dreamed of estab-
lishing a religious authoritarianism that
ing, neither shall there be any more pain:
for the former things are passed away.”
Adonis—who is in his eighties and has would be even worse than the Baathist The actual Jerusalem is rather differ-
lived in exile since the mid-nineteen- regime of Bashar al-Assad. ent, of course—a city riven by sectar-
fifties—hesitated to support the dem- Adonis’s assessment of the demon- ian conflict, coarsened by tourism,
onstrators. Although he had welcomed strators echoed the rhetoric coming from marred by the building of settlements
earlier uprisings in Tunisia and Egypt, the regime, and many readers were dis- and walls, and by the scars of occupa-
he flinched when Syria’s turn came. In mayed. For the past sixty years, he has tion. This discrepancy between ideal
an editorial published in al-Hayat, a tirelessly called for radical change in and reality is the premise of Adonis’s
leading Arabic newspaper, in May, 2011, every sphere of Arab life, and he is the poem, in which the heavenly archetype
by which time more than a thousand author of some of the most revolution- hovers like a mirage above the degraded
protesters were dead and government ary poems in Arabic. Sadiq Jalal al-‘Azm, modern city. The poem begins:
tanks had shelled several towns, Adonis an eminent philosopher at the Univer-
wrote, “I will never agree to participate sity of Damascus, was bewildered that Up there, up above,
in a demonstration that comes out of Adonis, “the man of freedom, transfor- look at her dangling from the sky’s throat.
Look at her fenced with the eyelashes of
a mosque.” He portrayed the opposi- mation, revolution, progress, and mo- angels.
Born in Syria, Adonis has lived in exile since 1956, first in Beirut, then in Paris. No one can walk toward her,
106 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017 ILLUSTRATION BY ROMAN MURADOV
but a man can crawl on his forehead and Phoenician vegetal deity of death and (translated into English, by Adnan
shoulders, resurrection. He published a number Hadar and Michael Beard, as “Mih-
perhaps even his navel. of poems—virtuoso pieces of rhetoric, yar of Damascus: His Songs”), is widely
Barefoot, knock on her door. for a poet in his late teens—on the regarded as his best. Mihyar, the hero
A prophet will open, and teach you how to theme of Syrian national rebirth. The of the collection, is a figure of mythic
march, and how to bow. new name signalled Adonis’s embrace proportions, an exile who roams through
of a layered, Mediterranean identity a blighted landscape and trumpets
Like many of Adonis’s long poems, (the Greeks believed that Adonis was a new creed—indeed, a creed of the
“Concerto al-Quds” is a bric-a-brac a son of the Assyrian king Theias) and New. Adonis’s language casts a litur-
construction, stuffed with quotations his rejection of any narrowly Arab sense gical spell:
from medieval sources—particularly of belonging.
Arab historians of Jerusalem—and also Adonis fled Syria for Lebanon in Here he comes from under the ruins
from religious texts and modern fic- 1956. He had spent the previous year in the climate of new words,
tion. Verse alternates with prose, and, in prison—“a year of torture, a true offering his poems to grieving winds
occasionally, the poem becomes a tex- hell,” he later called it—after a S.S.N.P. unpolished but bewitching like brass.
tual net, with fragments of phrases militant assassinated a Syrian Army
spaced over the page in the manner of officer, leading to a roundup of Party He is a language glistening between the
Mallarmé (one of Adonis’s chief in- members. In Beirut, Adonis did his masts,
he is the knight of strange words.
fluences). The musical allusion in the best to slough off his political past and
work’s title suggests that the assem- reinvent himself as an avant-garde poet. For some readers, Mihyar’s alien-
bled citations are meant as background As he later wrote in a memoir of the ation from his native environment—
for the dissonant solos of the poet’s period, Beirut was, for him, “a city of his strange words and his affinity for
own voice. While the orchestral parts beginnings.” In the decade following Mediterranean masts—reads as a prov-
sustain the celestial myth of Jerusa- the Second World War, the Lebanese ocation. Arab nationalists, in particu-
lem, Adonis insists on its earthly his- capital had emerged as the center of lar, accused Adonis and his Shi‘r col-
tory. He quotes a prophetic Hadith Arabic intellectual life, usurping the leagues (several of whom were also
that says, “Whoever wants to see a spot position previously held by Cairo. Leb- ex-S.S.N.P.) of ignoring their own lit-
of heaven, let him gaze at al-Quds,” anon was the banker of choice for the erary tradition. For such critics, anx-
but his Jerusalem is “a divine cage,” a newly oil-rich Gulf States; tourists ious to safeguard the “unity” of Arabic
wasteland of barbed wire and demol- flocked to its deluxe hotels and bikini- culture, imported forms like the prose
ished homes, where “corpses and sev- crowded beaches; and, amid the rise of poem were the beachheads of a neo-
ered limbs” lie strewn atop the rubble. monolithic, one-party states, disaffected imperialist invasion. It didn’t help that
The poem isn’t a lament for a lost par- thinkers from across the region came Adonis and many of his colleagues
adise but an indictment of the idea to take advantage of its liberal censor- came from minority backgrounds—
that some places on earth are more ship laws. precisely the communities that Euro-
holy than others. In 1957, Adonis helped establish the pean powers historically sought out as
quarterly Shi‘r, a flamboyantly cosmo- allies. Nazik al-Mala’ika, a prominent
donis, whose given name is ‘Ali politan magazine, whose name was Iraqi poet, called Shi‘r a magazine “in
A Ahmad Said Esber, was born in
1930, in the village of Qassabin, south
borrowed from the American maga-
zine Poetry. Shi‘r became a tribune for
Beirut in the Arabic language with a
European spirit.”
of Latakia, in northwest Syria. His fam- modernist poetry in Arabic. From his Adonis made it his mission to show
ily is Alawite, but Adonis has never perch there, Adonis wrote manifestos his critics how little they knew of the
claimed a sectarian identity. As a teen- in favor of the prose poem—a radical heritage they claimed to defend. He
ager, he joined the Social Syrian Na- stance at the time, since almost all po- spent the next dozen years immersed
tionalist Party, which was a rival to the etry in Arabic, from the pre-Islamic in the corpus of Arabic poetry, phi-
pan-Arab Baath Party, though the two period onward, had been composed in losophy, and jurisprudence. The re-
shared a secularist ideology. The char- fixed metres. Shi‘r published Arabic sult was a pair of encyclopedic en-
ismatic leader of the S.S.N.P., a Greek translations of European poets, includ- deavors: the three-volume “Anthology
Orthodox Christian named Antun ing W. B. Yeats, Ezra Pound, and T. S. of Arabic Poetry” (1964-68), which
Sa‘ada, called for the revival of what Eliot; Adonis himself translated works included poems from the sixth to
he termed “Greater Syria,” a territory by Paul Claudel, Saint-John Perse, and the nineteenth centuries, and a four-
comprising Syria, Lebanon, Jordan, and Yves Bonnefoy. volume work of historical criticism,
Palestine. For Sa‘ada and his followers, It was during his early years in Bei- “The Fixed and the Transformative”
Syria was a Mediterranean nation. Arab rut that Adonis turned away from (1974). In both works, Adonis claimed
Muslims were only the most recent nationalist-themed verse and began to discover a “modernist” counter-
stratum of a civilization with its foun- writing the poems that were to make heritage buried within the classical
dations in Near Eastern myth. ‘Ali him the most revered and controver- heritage itself. In the writings of
Ahmad adopted the pen name Adonis sial poet in the Middle East. His 1961 Abbasid poets, Sufi sheikhs, Shiite
in the late forties, after the Greek- book, “Aghani Mihyar al-Dimashqi” divines, and Andalusian philosophers,
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The poem is also Adonis’s most
passionate statement on the Israeli-
Palestinian conflict. (This is a topic
that, unlike most Arab intellectuals of
his generation, he has generally avoided,
though he has long made clear his con-
tempt for the Palestinian leadership.)
In a memorable passage, Adonis quotes
an especially repellent verse of Levit-
icus on pagan nations—“You may even
bequeath them to your sons after you,
to receive as a possession; you can use
them as permanent slaves”—and then,
making the modern allegory clear, finds
a riposte in a passage from Habakkuk:
“Woe to him that builds a town with
bloodshed, and establishes it on injus-
tice!” Other sections of the poem re-
call the demolition, in 1967, of the Mo-
roccan Quarter (torn down to enlarge
the passageway to the Western Wall)
and the ongoing tunnelling beneath
the Arab neighborhood of Wadi Hilwa.
For Adonis, this history of destruction
and segregation is the shared legacy of
all three monotheisms. Israel’s history
of illegal settlements and territorial ex-
clusions is only the most recent exam-
ple of the dangers of mixing religion
and politics.
Like many modernist poets, Adonis
“No, you didn’t hear the soft rustle of a sandwich wrapper!” borrows literary authority from the tra-
dition he declares obsolete. The speaker
of his Jerusalem poem is a latter-day
• • prophet, a warner who knows that his
catalogue of crimes will almost certainly
he found a tradition of dissenters who it foreshadows his later poem about be ignored. It is impossible to read
thumbed their noses at the ortho- Jerusalem: “Concerto”—the relentlessly high pitch
doxy. Here was proof that there was of its language, its emphatic repetitions
Murder has changed the city’s shape—
no such thing as a unified tradition. this stone
and violent imagery—without recall-
Instead, there were many pasts within is a child’s head— ing its Old Testament and Quranic
the past, and some that might be use- and this smoke is exhaled from human lungs. models. There is no other modern Arab
ful in the present. Each thing recites its exile. poet who so successfully conjures the
In 1975, the outbreak of civil conflict grim beauty of the ancient works even
in Lebanon put an end to Beirut’s donis’s current assault on mono- while casting them in forms taken from
Belle Époque. The war pitted Mus-
lim, Christian, and Druze communi-
A theism has a lot in common with
his older campaign against Arab nation-
the twentieth-century avant-garde. In
part because written Arabic is a liter-
ties against one another, and outside alism. The very idea of unity—of homo- ary language, distinct from the various
powers soon swooped in. The Leba- geneity—seems to repel him. For Adonis, vernaculars spoken across the region,
nese capital became synonymous with monotheism’s obsession with oneness rhetorical grandeur is native to Arabic
violent fanaticism rather than with leads inevitably to violence against peo- in a way that it is not to English. Mat-
intellectual openness. Intellectuals ple who hold different beliefs. It also tawa’s translation struggles to match
who had sought refuge there now leads to spiritual small-mindedness. Adonis’s wildest flights, but their elo-
looked for new homes. In 1985, the “Concerto al-Quds” is full of questions, quence and anger do come through:
year he left for Paris, Adonis pub- as if in rebuke of the certainties of dogma:
lished “The Book of Siege,” a bitterly Ruin is still the daily bread of God’s earth.
How can man, creator of meaning, Will the prophecies also turn into a siege? Will
valedictory poem for his home of three draw his destiny into one utterance? tunnels be burrowed into their words? Will
decades. In its evocation of a city How can his spirit their visions splinter into missiles and bombs,
transformed by sectarian violence, be poured into a wall? into volcanoes of gas and phosphor?
Imru-ulqais (more commonly trans- The Second Coming of the KKK, by Linda Gordon (Liveright).
literated as Imru’ al-Qays) was an This account of the Ku Klux Klan’s resurgence in the nineteen-
Arabian polytheist prince of the sixth twenties illuminates the surprising scope of the movement. Al-
century, famous, in part, for his deter- though it terrorized African-Americans in the South, its image
mination to avenge the killing of his elsewhere was more respectable. Members joined for status and
father by a neighboring tribe. Accord- to become better connected, and the Klan advocated temper-
ing to legend, the prince was so mad- ance and sponsored family-friendly events. Still, it was vocifer-
dened by the need for retribution that ously anti-immigrant, anti-Semitic, and anti-Catholic, and was
he sought aid from the Christian em- also the first national organization to reject evolutionary the-
peror Justinian, ruler of Byzantium. For ory. Its eventual downfall, Gordon argues, had less to do with
some Arabs, this has made the name any public revulsion at its racism than with scandals and cor-
Imru’ al-Qays a byword for collabora- ruption: in 1925, an alcoholic Grand Dragon in Indiana was
tion with outside powers. convicted of second-degree murder, after the suicide of a woman
But the prince was also famous for whom he had abducted and raped.
his erotic poetry. Even by contempo-
rary standards, some of it is pretty racy. Future Home of the Living God, by Louise Erdrich (HarperCol-
In his best-known poem, for example, lins). In this fast-paced novel, rapid and catastrophic changes
a mu‘allaqa, or “suspended ode,” the to human reproduction make the survival of the race uncer-
poet describes making love in a how- tain. In the search for “originals”—fetuses conceived before
dah with a woman nursing her baby: genes went haywire—women who are pregnant or of child-
“When he cried behind her she turned bearing age are detained, as “Womb Volunteers.” Erdrich imag-
half of herself to suckle, / but the other ines an America in which winter is a casualty of climate change,
half, the one beneath me, stayed right borders are sealed, men are “militantly insecure,” and women’s
where it was.” In Adonis’s poem, the freedom is evaporating. The familiar dystopian milieu is made
prince is a figure of witness for the vivid by the narrative frame: a woman attempting to evade de-
blood-soaked history we’re about to tention writes a letter to her unborn child and emerges a com-
read. It is no wonder that Imru’ al- pelling “observer of the great mystery” unfolding around her.
Qays is a polytheist, a cross-sectarian
collaborator, and a love poet, only “pass- Shadowless, by Hasan Ali Toptaş, translated from the Turkish
ing through” Jerusalem. There is no by Maureen Freely and John Angliss (Bloomsbury). Appearing
room for him in the capital of mono- in English for the first time, this cult classic, published in 1995,
theism, and he soon fades out of addresses political disappearances in Turkey through a mag-
Adonis’s poem as well. But he lingers, ical-realist lens. A small Anatolian village is thrown into con-
perhaps as a representative of what fusion by the mysterious disappearances, sixteen years apart,
might have been, and, therefore, of of a barber and of a young girl. Scenes slip between past and
what might be again. The Prophet present, reality and dream, first and third person. Streets tan-
Muhammad is said to have called Imru’ gle, homes shrink, flowers bleat, and the community can barely
al-Qays “the leader of the poets into piece together a memory of either missing person. The result,
hellfire.” It’s an epithet that Adonis though at times frustratingly elliptical, is a memorably phan-
might proudly take as his own. tasmagoric evocation of political and social disorientation.
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R. & B. songs that borrowed from al-
POP MUSIC ternative rock and electronic music, all
of it lunging for some kind of distant,
TOO COOL?
post-genre future. “Kaleidoscope
Dream” was a more grounded affair, as
Miguel grew more literal about the
The breeziness of Miguel. earthiness of his desires. The album
was driven by the single “Adorn,” which
BY HUA HSU sounds like a slightly hurried take on
Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing,” shorn
of Gaye’s neediness. His last album,
“Wildheart,” from 2015, experimented
with structure, trading in catchy hooks
for lavish, psychedelic sounds.
“War & Leisure,” which came out
earlier this month, initially feels like
a return to economy. It is still exqui-
site and dreamy, full of swirling tex-
tures and crunchy guitars. But the songs
are more direct than those on “Wild-
heart,” as if Miguel were translating
slow jams from the nineteen-eighties
into early-nineties grunge. “Criminal,”
produced by Dave Sitek, of TV on the
Radio, sounds like an indie-rock song
that’s been taken apart and reassembled
into something booming and majes-
tic. “Sky Walker,” one of the best songs
on the new album, is an enjoy-the-
moment, poolside anthem featuring a
slithery guest verse from the rapper
Travis Scott. The song is built on a
bass line that’s felt as much as heard—
it conjures a tingly, full-body high.
“Splish,” Miguel ad-libs every now and
then. It’s breezy and fun, and he doesn’t
have to try very hard to hit the occa-
sional high note.
Maybe it’s possible to be too cool.
In the past, Miguel has sung about
his biracial upbringing, when he was
ex, a cup of coffee the morning after, quest, he plays the part of the dutiful “too proper for the black kids, too
Stwo-year-old
a quality bag of weed: as the thirty-
Los Angeles R. & B.
full-service lover. Indeed, he somehow
managed to make a song called “The
black for the Mexicans.” But he has
always seemed like a peculiarly un-
singer Miguel puts it, in a single from Pussy Is Mine,” from “Kaleidoscope troubled artist, too sensible to descend
2014, it is the “simplethings” that make Dream” (2012), sound gentle and soul- into existential dread. His music lacks
life worthwhile. Miguel has made a ful, and not at all grabby. that often romanticized sense of inner
career out of finding creative ways to There’s been a steady push and pull struggle that made artists like Gaye
render small pleasures in sound. But, to Miguel’s career. When his début and Prince so conflicted about sin and
unlike many of his colleagues in the album, “All I Want Is You,” was re- salvation. These days, the bad man
sex-anthem industry, there’s a quality leased, in 2010, after a legal dispute be- charts his own story line, in which
to his freakiness that feels bounded, tween his record label and production love becomes yet another incitement
almost safe. There are limits to yearn- company had kept it shelved for two for self-loathing, and sex is a pathol-
ing for its own sake. He sings with a years, it seemed reasonable to believe ogy—a way to cope with insecurity,
teasing and flirty confidence, yet there’s that he might never find the audience or to puncture a deep-down numb-
always a sense of calm and self-con- that his talents merited. The record ness. Some of my favorite songs this
trol. Where others treat sex as con- was stylistically promiscuous, full of year, from young rappers like Lil Uzi
Vert and Trippie Redd, have explored
The singer has always seemed untroubled, but that may no longer suffice. the moody extremes of heartbreak.
110 THE NEW YORKER, DECEMBER 18 & 25, 2017 PHOTOGRAPH BY JIM MANGAN
They make love sound like little more pleasure you taste has its price, babe,” kneelin’ / Or police killins / Or Trump
than a prelude to pain, every interac- he sings, and you wonder what kind sayin’ slick shit, manipulatin’ poor
tion merely a breach of trust waiting of commitment he’s talking about. white folks because they ignant.”
to happen. The album isn’t some grand polit- The new album ends with “Now.”
Miguel seems to pursue the higher ical statement; it certainly holds more Over flickers of electric guitar, Mi-
peaks of pleasure for their own sake, leisure than war. But in those glim- guel addresses the “C.E.O. of the free
because sex is about generosity, about mers and asides, such as when Mi- world,” pleading on behalf of the poor
being present. “Let my love adorn guel points at the “contrails in the and the forgotten: brown farmwork-
you,” he once sang. His songs are in- sky,” it captures something about life ers and black kids gunned down in
timate without evincing vulnerability, nowadays, when the pursuit of dis- the streets, from Standing Rock to
perhaps because he so rarely loses his traction feels particularly fraught. New Orleans. Whether Miguel’s bur-
cool, or feels the need to wail or throw Lurking in these tender and erotic geoning consciousness is just a mo-
tantrums. But throughout “War & songs is the worry that love, even a mentary flourish or a new spark, it
Leisure” Miguel wonders whether we transcendent love, is a retreat. On a speaks to something inescapable about
can make an actual life out of mo- strange song called “City of Angels,” pop culture’s present: when so many
ments of bliss. Like the Miguel fan, Miguel sounds as if he were sing- artists have grown outspoken, the
listening at home, who wonders if ing through a bullhorn, while his ones who seem carefree and untrou-
there’s more to life than songs about vocals follow a heroic, ascendant gui- bled stand out. For Miguel, seeing
great weed and even better sex, Mi- tar line. He imagines two lovers seek- the war outside is almost enough to
guel, too, begins wondering if it’s ing out each other as their city falls, cast doubt on leisure, the purpose of
healthy to stay in bed so long—if it’s fighter jets in the sky. By the end of transcendent sex, and good drugs—
really possible to “celebrate every day it, everyone has fled to Nevada: “I even pop music itself. Maybe love is
like a birthday.” stayed behind to search for your just a way of seeking meaning beyond
“There’s a war on love, just look smile / Hoping to find you in the rub- yourself, to guide you toward a pur-
around you,” he sings on “Banana ble / Hoping that I could just hold pose slightly larger than yourself. In
Clip,” an ecstatic throb of a song that you for a while.” August, Miguel posted a video on
initially feels like a pro-forma attempt Twitter, in which he sang a few lines
to dramatize love as a battlefield. (For hese conflicting impulses run from a song he’d recently liked: “Make
his part, Miguel confesses to being
“trigger-happy.”) But he admits, al-
T through “War & Leisure.” Maybe
simple things are all we have; maybe
America Great Again,” an anti-fascist
electro tune by the Russian punk
most in passing, that there’s “a lot of they no longer suffice. Last year, Mi- group Pussy Riot. Soon afterward, he
terror on my mind,” as if it were some- guel uploaded a song called “Come participated in a conversation, for
thing that can’t be shaken. In the video Through and Chill” to SoundCloud. Flood, with Nadya Tolokonnikova, a
for “Told You So,” which borrows its Built on a frisky, traipsing guitar line, member of the group, in which they
funk pomp from mid-eighties Prince, it was a nice tune about getting laid. discussed making art in troubled
Miguel dances by himself in an open A new version appears on “War & times. His contribution, he concluded,
field, shirt blowing in the breeze, while Leisure,” featuring a guest verse by was to make music that might “bring
a rocket rises from the horizon. The the pensive rapper J. Cole, who apol- people together.” In fact, that’s what
video cuts between Miguel and im- ogizes for not calling a woman back: his music’s always been about. But
ages from protests and the nightly “In case my lack of reply had you two is easy; maybe, for Miguel, three
news. A song about love and libera- catchin’ them feelins / Know that you is as well. It’s what comes next that
tion takes on another meaning: “Every been on my mind like Kaepernick will be the measure.
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“He’s not as bad as the last manager. That one was abominable.”
Monica Fambrough, Marietta, Ga.
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