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CONTRIBUTORS
Jia Tolentino (“Ecstasy,” p. 38) is a staff Ed Caesar (“Hate and Love,” p. 46) is a
writer. Her first essay collection, “Trick contributing writer and the author of
The best Mirror,” will be out in August. “Two Hours: The Quest to Run the
Impossible Marathon.”
way to stay Mark Singer (“Hello, Darkness,” p. 24),
a longtime contributor to the maga- Hannah Goldfield (Tables for Two,
zine, published, most recently, “Trump p. 17; “Kitchen Shift,” p. 32), the maga-
connected and Me.” zine’s food critic, has been a contrib-
utor since 2010.
with the Malika Favre (Cover), an illustrator,
lives in London and Barcelona. This is Jerome Groopman (Books, p. 66) is the
culinary scene. her eighth cover for The New Yorker. Recanati Professor of Medicine at Har-
vard. His latest book is “Your Medical
Gregory Fraser (Poem, p. 43) is the au- Mind: How to Decide What Is Right
thor of four collections of poetry, in- for You,” with Pamela Hartzband, M.D.
cluding the forthcoming book “Little
Armageddon.” Frances Leviston (Poem, p. 35) is the
author of, most recently, the poetry col-
Amanda Petrusich (Pop Music, p. 63), a lection “Disinformation.”
staff writer, is the author of “Do Not
Sell at Any Price: The Wild, Obses- Ben Lerner (Fiction, p. 58) is a MacAr-
sive Hunt for the World’s Rarest 78 thur Fellow. His new novel, “The To-
rpm Records.” peka School,” will be out in October.
Brent Crane (The Talk of the Town, Paige Williams (The Talk of the Town,
p. 23) is a journalist based in San Diego. p. 22), a staff writer, is the author of
His work has appeared in the Times “The Dinosaur Artist: Obsession, Be-
and Scientific American, among other trayal, and the Quest for Earth’s Ulti-
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THE MAIL return each year
LEAVING THE COMMUNITY I met with the Family’s chief astrolo-
as faithfully as
ger, who claimed that our star charts the tides.
I relate to Guinevere Turner’s ambiva- showed that we were not meant to be
lence in calling the “communities” in together. I suppose this prophecy was
which she grew up, the Lyman Family, part of the family-separation strategy
a cult (“The Others,” May 6th). I was that Turner so poignantly describes.
raised not in isolation, as Turner was, but For his part, our friend disappeared into
in New York City, within the Chabad- the cult, and his artistic and architec-
Lubavitch movement. Although the tural abilities may have bolstered the
Chabad community may seem like a Lyman Family’s funds for many years.
relatively modern Hasidic Jewish sect David Barker
that is integrated into American soci- Del Mar, Calif.
ety, this perception is far from the truth.
The school that my brothers and I at- Turner perceptively captures the subtle
tended did not teach the English-lan- psychological dynamics of cults, from
guage alphabet; we studied the Bible, the power of group norms to the blind
the Talmud, and Jewish law in Yiddish adherence to beliefs that are no less ar-
instead. We also weren’t taught any math bitrary than those of established reli-
or science, lest our impressionable minds gions. However, by writing about the
be polluted by secular knowledge. De- more benign-seeming practices of the
spite immense communal resistance to Lyman Family, she unwittingly under-
outside education, I decided, at the age emphasizes the dangers of contempo-
of twenty-three, to study for the G.E.D. rary cults. On many people’s minds today
exam. Learning times tables and frac- are Islamic terrorist organizations, such
tions as an adult was not easy, but I as ISIS, which recruit followers using
managed to pass the test. However, my cultlike strategies. The leaders of such
unfamiliarity with math and English organizations exploit people’s desire for,
grammar continued to bedevil me in as Turner puts it, “structure, solidarity,
college. These difficulties were a prod- a kind of hope” by inviting them to pub-
uct of the cultlike world view that my licly extoll their devotion to the cause Situated on 2,500 acres of unspoiled
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heyday of Timothy Leary—a friend in- Cleveland, Ohio
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This year’s DanceAfrica festival, at BAM May 24-27, is focussed on Rwanda. Although some of the events
invoke the country’s 1994 genocide, the emphasis is on rebound and healing through tradition. The head-
lining act, Inganzo Ngari, a popular Rwandan folkloric troupe founded in 2006, performs crop rituals and a
big-wigged warrior dance alongside the Brooklyn-based BAM/Restoration Dance Youth Ensemble, a festival
mainstay whose spirited members (including Adia Clarke, pictured above) never fail to bring down the house.
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(Film at Lincoln Center, May 22.) implausible. In French and Wolof.—R.B. (Film ploration of Lucretia’s story—which includes
Forum, May 25, and streaming.) excerpts of Respighi’s operatic setting and folk
songs popularized by Shirley Collins and Joan
Charlie Says Baez—culminates in Shadi Ghaheri’s staging of
The director Mary Harron’s schematic drama- “La Lucrezia,” with the mezzo-soprano Annie
tization of the Manson-family killings flips be- CLASSICAL MUSIC Rosen.—Oussama Zahr (May 23-25 at 8:30.)
tween two time frames: the late nineteen-six-
ties, when Charles Manson (Matt Smith) is
pursuing a music career while forming his “Eroica” “Silence and Memory”
cult of submissive devotees (mainly young
women), and the early seventies, when three David Geffen Hall National Sawdust
of those women—Leslie Van Houten (Hannah The New York Philharmonic presents two The rests and pauses that composers write into
Murray), Patricia Krenwinkel (Sosie Bacon), politically potent works of radically different their work are responsible for some of the most
and Susan Atkins (Marianne Rendón)—are character. Beethoven’s irrepressible “Eroica” devastatingly effective moments in classical
in prison for the murders they committed at Symphony, written in a time of revolutionary music. Cornelius Dufallo—a former member
his behest. The drama, written by Guinevere fervor, was originally dedicated to Napoleon of the string quartet ETHEL, a composer of
Turner, focusses, in the earlier time period, on Bonaparte, but the honor was withdrawn after incisive violin pieces, and now a certified psycho-
Manson’s seductive and cruel techniques for the Frenchman declared himself Emperor, in therapist—spearheads an event that considers
destroying the identities of his acolytes. The 1804. It stands in stark contrast to Shostakovich’s the impact of silence in both music and thera-
prison scenes involve the efforts of a graduate Soviet-era “Chamber Symphony”—actually a peutic practice. Part concert and part lecture,
student, Karlene Faith (Merritt Wever), to ed- string-orchestra transcription of his String Quar- the program weaves together pieces by Dufallo
ucate the three women in feminist thought, in tet No. 8—in which personal torment is provoked and others with commentary from the psycho-
order to help them shed Manson’s psychologi- and then muffled by a revolution gone wrong. analyst Ruth Oscharoff and the neuroscientist
cal grasp and reconstitute their selfhood. The Also this week, the orchestra plays Bruckner’s Joseph LeDoux, who himself is a member of
Endowment support is provided by the Blavatnik Family Public support is provided by New York “Summer at Lincoln Center” is supported by PEPSICO
Foundation Fund for Dance, Nancy Abeles Marks, and State Council on the Arts with the support
Jennie L. and Richard K. DeScherer. of Governor Andrew M. Cuomo and the Artist catering provided by Zabar’s and Zabars.com
New York State Legislature. Official Hospital of Lincoln Center
CLASSICAL MUSIC
the Amygdaloids, a folk-rock band of scientists
moonlighting as musicians.—O.Z. (May 24 at 7.)
Straniera”) on offer from the bel-canto S.E.M. Ensemble, which he founded in 1970,
aficionados of Teatro Nuovo (Lincoln Music Festival ( June 6-15): for the and with Ostrava Days, the biennial institute
Center’s Rose Theatre, July 17-18). Law prodigious pianist’s second centennial, and festival that he established, in the Czech
Republic, in 1999. Here, a program celebrating
enforcement similarly drives the plot of pieces of hers (and a few by her hus- their common threads starts with a documen-
Jeanine Tesori and Tazewell Thomp- band, Robert) are threaded through a tary-film screening and is followed by a concert
son’s “Blue,” a family drama centered slate of commissions from ten contem- of works by Kotik, Wolff, Brown, Alvin Lucier,
and the former Ostrava Days student residents
on a black cop, his wife, and their activ- porary composers. Lucie Vítková and Anna Heflin.—S.S. (May 28
ist son, playing upstate at Glimmerglass —Fergus McIntosh at 6, free with R.S.V.P.)
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one funk-jazz singer-songwriter Meshell Doris Duke, in Becket, Mass., July 31-
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it begins playfully and ends with a poetic scène focussed on what can and can’t be seen.—B.S.
d’amour bathed in light and shadows. In the (May 27-June 1.)
second, “Sonatine,” Ravel’s keyboard sonata sets
a mood of nonchalance and sophistication; the
two dancers move in and out of synch with each
other, as if carrying on an extremely civilized NIGHT LIFE
conversation.—Marina Harss (Through June 2.)
Musicians and night-club proprietors lead
complicated lives; it’s advisable to check in
advance to confirm engagements.
American Ballet Theatre
Metropolitan Opera House
The company celebrates the choreographer
Alexei Ratmansky’s tenth year in residence
with a triple bill of one-act ballets, followed
Bill Charlap Trio
Dizzy’s Club
You
by seven performances of his confection-
ary-themed “Whipped Cream.” The mixed
program contains both his earliest ballet for
the company, “On the Dnieper” (2009)—a dark
The pianist Bill Charlap’s sheer ardor for
melodious phrasing, the winding terrain of
harmony, and the durable beauty of the song
form is palpable in his every touch of the
might be
tale of love and betrayal, set after the end of the
First World War—and his newest, “The Sea-
sons.” The latter, a large ballet suite for fifty-six
dancers, evokes the forces of nature: snow,
keys. His long-established trio with Peter
Washington, on bass, and Kenny Washing-
ton, on drums, remains the gold standard of
commitment to the verities of small-group
able to
frost, wildflowers swaying in the breeze. The
lilting and suggestive score, written, in 1900,
by the Russian composer Alexander Glazunov,
is likely to stay with you long after you leave
the theatre.—M.H. (Through July 6.)
unity and lucidity.—Steve Futterman (May
21-26.)
ignore
Ligia Lewis
Duckwrth
Union Pool
The Los Angeles rapper Duckwrth is a mu-
sical shape-shifter whose hip-hop is as likely
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Performance Space New York
Closing out Performance Space New York’s
“No Series,” Lewis, an American artist based in
Berlin, reprises her 2016 piece “Minor Matter”
to feature wailing electric-guitar lines as
it is funky 808s that rumble and rattle so
deeply they feel like they could rip a car
(or a body) apart. His previous releases
for oat-
(May 21-22). As lights flash and a soundtrack
moves between the Renaissance and Donna
Summer, three performers grapple as if in a
mosh pit and make noise with gumboot dance,
“I’M UUGLY” and “an XTRA UUGLY
Mixtape” reflected the range of his mo-
saic sound palette to intriguing effect, but
his latest project, “The Falling Man,” is
milk but
expressing love and rage and a resistance that
extends into doing nearly nothing. Her newest
work, “Water Will (In Melody),” in its U.S.
première (May 28-29), ratchets up the theory-
more refined in its focus. The dynamism of
orchestral punk courses through its veins,
providing an apt backdrop for his agile
flows; with Duckwrth on the stage, one can
there’s
inspired excess with melodrama and miming,
presenting a rather German-looking dysto-
pia.—Brian Seibert (May 21-22 and May 28-29.)
reasonably expect jam sessions and mosh
pits—maybe both at the same time.—Briana
Younger (May 22.) another
Tap Family Reunion
Schomburg Center
Betty Who
Terminal 5 one
This celebration of National Tap Dance Day,
started last year by the tap leaders Dormeshia
Sumbry-Edwards (who has since dropped her
surname), Derick K. Grant, and Jason Samuels
Throughout the past decade, the Australian
singer Betty Who has been making radiant
pop music that’s as playful and air-light as
a bouquet of balloons. She broke out with
over
Smith, is a rough-edged and happy mix of classes
and events that aim to maintain a connection
between the past and the future of the art. The
centerpiece performance, at the Schomberg
her ecstatic hit “Somebody Loves You,” a
song that still feels like a dopamine rush
nearly seven years later. She parted ways
with her label in 2017 and, this February,
there.
NIGHT LIFE
Stadium, June 22-23), which showcases at the Prospect Park Bandshell, offers
the manifold styles of the Lumineers, a striking balance of storied luminar- the Barclays Center ( June 14-15) and
Sharon Van Etten, and Young the Giant. ies—among them the inimitable Patti Madison Square Garden ( June 18-19).
Marking the fiftieth anniversary of LaBelle ( June 4), the indie-rock titan And Khalid, who was recently crowned
the Stonewall uprising, Pride Island Liz Phair ( June 29), and the pioneering the most streamed artist in the world,
(Pier 97, June 29-30) celebrates with Malian singer-songwriter Salif Keita brings his amiable musical style to the
the extraordinary icon Grace Jones, the ( July 13)—and such modern genre- Garden ( July 31-Aug. 1).
thrilling singer and performer Teyana defiers as the French-Cuban twins —Briana Younger
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rising Belgian d.j.-producer Amelie Lens has spotlights, a stylized existential crisis.—J.R.
little time for that sort of approach—her selec- (May 28.)
tions mean to grab, hold, and shake you around,
from start to finish. In a way, she’s a techno
classicist: on the decks, Lens conjures the giddy
drive of early-nineties Euro-rave anthems, cut THE THEATRE
with the drier, loop-based production that came
later.—Michaelangelo Matos (May 24.)
Happy Talk
Four Tet Pershing Square Signature Center
Jesse Eisenberg’s fourth play, for the New
Knockdown Center Group, is a confident, wide-ranging work,
One of the most gifted melodists doing business buoyed by undeniable star power. Lorraine
in the dance-music world, the London-bred (Susan Sarandon, in her first stage appearance
Brooklyn resident Kieran Hebden, who works as since “Exit the King,” in 2009) is a suburban William Curtis, The Botanical Magazine, or Flower Garden Displayed,
complete run, London, 1787-1827. Estimate $7,000 to $10,000.
Four Tet, spins d.j. sets with a beguiling charm housewife with delusions of theatrical gran-
that’s only partly due to his own work. Hebden’s deur. She indulges the fantasy by rehearsing for
playfully galloping grooves—including self- her Jewish Community Center’s production of Maps & Atlases, Natural History
made edits of outside material—do firmly guide “South Pacific,” but shares her real life with her
things, but he keeps the mood buoyant and is unresponsive husband, Bill (Daniel Oreskes), & Color Plate Books
unafraid of familiar pop, as when he pairs Ariana her ailing mother, and Ljuba (Marin Ireland), June 6
Grande’s fluttering vocals with the kinetic min- her mother’s caregiver. Some affection seems
imal techno of Robert Hood.—M.M. (May 24.) to have blossomed from the codependency Caleb Kiffer • caleb@swanngalleries.com
between Lorraine and Ljuba, but nothing is
as it seems; setups that earned big laughs the
Frank Kimbrough first time around curdle when they next appear. Download the App
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Cherry Lane
Adam Seidel’s fast-moving new play, about
Danny (Sebastian Chacon), a scrappy young
beatmaker, who convinces Ryan (Jane Bruce), a
major pop star, to work with him, has two main
ideas: that the ambition of talented artists can
expose them to exploitation, and that it can also
make them selfish. As directed by Elena Araoz,
for the Cherry Lane, the exploitation theme,
which surfaces mostly in sharp exchanges with
Ryan’s manager (Anthony Arkin) and Dan-
ny’s father (Wilson Jermaine Heredia), is a lot
more compelling than the selfishness theme,
which plays out too familiarly in situations with
Danny’s sister (Cynthia Bastidas) and with his
roommate (Lio Mehiel). But the best scene
is about neither: at the center of the play is a
gorgeous extended musical sequence between
Danny and Ryan that captures the magic mo-
ment when a collaboration clicks.—Rollo Romig
(Through June 8.)
SUMMER PREVIEW
( July 26). In “Sea Wall,” by Simon Ste- director Chen Shi-Zheng (“Monkey: on markers of class and status in the black com-
phens, Tom Sturridge plays a photog- Journey to the West”), the screenwrit- munity, especially language—African-American
rapher whose contented family life is ers Jonathan Aibel and Glenn Berger vernacular English, slang, and Internet-speak
all escape her. Despite some labored moments
suddenly upended. In “A Life,” by Nick (“Kung Fu Panda”), and the enigmatic of vulnerability and the play’s stiff final swerve
Payne, Jake Gyllenhaal plays a young singer-songwriter Sia for a “futuristic toward realization and closure, Pressley, under
father contemplating death, birth, and kung-fu musical” that unfolds around Jade King Carroll’s direction, gives life to Con-
stance’s biting quips and classist judgments and
the unknowable. and above its spectators. delivers a charming performance full of snark
Two recent productions that deal —Michael Schulman and pep.—Maya Phillips (Through June 16.)
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This enchanting show draws on the museum’s heavens of epic imagination. If, like many seven little girls—a meditation on trauma, race,
immense holdings of Miró’s work, along with people, you find Tiepolo hard to appreciate, and visibility.—J.F. (Through June 16.)
a few loans. Its star attraction is “The Birth of this intimately absorbing show may initiate
the World,” painted in 1925, while the artist you in the charms—heart, soul, inventive-
was under the spell of the Surrealist circle ness, staggering ambition—of his art.—P.S. For more reviews, visit
of André Breton. It presents drifting picto- (Through July 14.) newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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Modern, Driven”—and the perspectives bejewelled with pink cubes of raw tuna
and specialties of the two chefs, who both and matchsticks of mango. A “pho short
happen to be women. (Van Ða means rib grilled cheese” smacks of gimmickry—
TABLES FOR TWO “warrior woman.”) though I had a hard time arguing, one
The most unusual section is largely recent evening, with the juicy shreds of
Van Ða attributable to the owner, Yen Ngo, a meat and provolone sandwiched in in-
234 E. 4th St. Vietnamese-born chef in her late forties credibly buttery griddled slices of Pullman
who moved to the U.S. in 1980; it’s called loaf, and was ultimately won over by the
You could say that Vietnamese food is “Hue: Ancient, Refined, Royal,” after her accompanying shooter of hot, fragrant
trending in New York, what with the parents’ home city, which was Vietnam’s beef broth, pleasingly heavy on star anise.
recent buzz around several new restau- imperial capital from 1802 to 1945 and Still, I was glad to return to the con-
rants. The more accurate assessment is famous for traditional dishes that don’t cept of the city tour. A version of cha
seems to be that Vietnamese food has tend to travel abroad, including bite-size ca la Vong—from “Hanoi: Traditional,
finally arrived, and is here to stay. These delicacies akin to Chinese dim sum. Here, Authentic, Subtle”—comprised a sil-
PHOTOGRAPH BY DAVID WILLIAMS FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
restaurants are not trading in opportu- they make perfect appetizers. Silver-dol- ver-skinned, silky-fleshed fillet of tur-
nistic novelty; they’re offering menus that lar-size steamed rice-flour pancakes, called meric-marinated branzino, piled high
are firmly rooted in traditional flavors banh beo, have the consistency of a creamy with fronds of dill, chopped peanuts, and
but also distinctly modern, creative, and porridge that’s been thickened until just sautéed scallions, atop a tangle of rice
unafraid to buck the pesky constraints of solid, and are topped with fried yuba (tofu noodles. A refreshing free-range-chicken
authenticity, and they have quickly be- skin), minced shrimp, sliced chilies, and salad called goi ga, from “Saigon,” was
come indispensable. a few drops of scallion oil; banh bot loc, bountiful with tender shredded meat,
First came Hanoi House and Madame dumplings made of chewy, translucent, crunchy fennel, and cabbage, bright with
Vo, both of which arrived in the East Vil- slippery tapioca and cooked in banana ginger and fresh rau ram (Vietnamese
lage in 2017 and specialize in pho, easily leaves, encase crunchy nubs of shrimp and coriander), topped with puffy sesame
the best to be found in Manhattan. Last tender morsels of pork like amber. crackers, and served with a small bowl
year, Di An Di, in Greenpoint, reached The street-food category, on the other of satisfyingly soupy chicken congee.
similar heights in Brooklyn. This year, the hand, is more of a collaboration with Both dishes, heady with the caramel
teams behind Hanoi House and Madame Hannah Wong, a thirty-three-year-old brine of fish sauce, felt timeless. And
Vo each expanded, with a takeout shop from New Jersey who previously worked both were sweet enough that I could
and a Vietnamese barbecue place, respec- at Gramercy Tavern and Brooklyn’s be- have skipped dessert—but the espresso-
tively. Van Ða joined the mix in March, loved, now closed Battersby. The dishes chocolate tart with a tiny glass of Viet-
in a cozily sleek space in Alphabet City. here are well executed, but much less sur- namese coffee, appealingly viscous with
At Van Ða, the menu acts as some- prising in their hewing to more contem- condensed milk, made for a lovely part-
thing of a survey course in Vietnamese porary tropes. Bronzed cornmeal fritters, ing shot. (Dishes $8-$24.)
cooking. It’s divided by headings that seasoned subtly with red curry and strewn —Hannah Goldfield
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THE TALK OF THE TOWN
COMMENT nant. If the heartbeat statutes go into assumption that, when they come before
THE THREAT TO ROE effect, doctors, rather than risk violating the current Court, the two Trump ap-
them, may elect not to perform any abor- pointees, plus Chief Justice John Rob-
s both candidate and President, Don- tions. So these statutes will, in fact if not erts, and Associate Justices Clarence
A ald Trump has lied so frequently
and so extravagantly that it’s possible to
by law, amount to revocations of the right
to choose abortion in those states.
Thomas and Samuel Alito, will use the
case to vanquish Roe once and for all.
overlook the occasions when he told the Last week, though, Alabama decided The human costs of these new laws
truth. During the campaign, for exam- to forgo even the pretense of respect for can scarcely be overstated. Laws have
ple, he said many times that he was “pro- the Roe precedent.The State Senate voted never stopped women from getting abor-
life,” and that he would appoint Justices twenty-five to six to ban virtually all abor- tions; indeed, the abortion rate in coun-
to the Supreme Court who would vote tions, and to establish criminal penalties tries that ban the procedure is about the
to overturn Roe v. Wade. Indeed, as Trump of up to ninety-nine years in prison for same as it is in countries that allow it.
put it in his final debate with Hillary doctors who perform them. The legisla- But, by driving the practice underground,
Clinton, if he won, the burial of the tors also rejected an amendment that the new laws will increase the danger to
Court’s 1973 abortion-rights landmark would have allowed women who were women’s health. It was once thought that
would “happen automatically, in my opin- victims of rape or incest to obtain the the availability of abortifacient drugs
ion, because I am putting pro-life Jus- procedure. (All twenty-five senators who would allow women to avoid the stric-
tices on the court.” So Trump promised, voted in favor of the bill were men.) The tures of anti-abortion laws, but these
and so, with Justices Neil Gorsuch and bill passed the State House on Tuesday, methods are now being targeted, too.
Brett Kavanaugh, he has delivered. and Governor Kay Ivey signed it into law The heartbeat law that passed earlier this
During their confirmation hearings, the next day. The supporters of these stat- month in Georgia is so broadly worded
both Gorsuch and Kavanaugh made the utes recognize that they violate existing that it could lead to the criminal prose-
customary noises about respecting the Supreme Court precedent—and that’s cution of women who seek abortions, as
Court’s precedents, including Roe, but the point. Legislators passed them on the well as medical personnel who perform
one group in particular saw through the them; women who are residents of Geor-
platitudes. State legislators who oppose gia and travel to other states to end their
abortion rights knew that the two Trump pregnancies could also be prosecuted.
appointees, especially Kavanaugh, who All the new laws are currently being
replaced Anthony Kennedy, gave them challenged in the lower courts, and sev-
the opportunity they sought. In recent eral have already been enjoined because
months, a dozen states have taken steps they contravene Roe and the many sub-
to pass laws that restrict abortion rights sequent Supreme Court decisions that
in Draconian ways. The most common reaffirm a woman’s right to choose. There
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of these efforts have been the so-called is a school of thought that the current
“heartbeat bills,” which prohibit a woman Court, and especially the Chief Justice,
from ending a pregnancy when an ul- will want to proceed cautiously on abor-
trasound scan can detect a fetal heart- tion, particularly in an election year; that
beat. (Missouri passed one on Friday.) the conservative majority will uphold re-
This can happen as early as six weeks strictions but hold off on overturning Roe.
into a pregnancy, at a time when a woman This is unlikely, on both legal and polit-
may not yet even know that she is preg- ical grounds. The Alabama legislators
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 19
wrote their statute in a way that will make current majority believes that the pre- to overturn a long-established precedent
it impossible for the Justices to uphold it cedent represents “an incorrect resolution if five current justices believed that it was
while still pretending that Roe is good of an important constitutional question.” wrongly decided, he emphatically said
law. Just as important, the gradualism This is not how stare decisis is meant ‘No.’ ” By joining the majority in Hyatt,
theory overlooks the centrality of a Roe to work. Respect for precedent serves the the now safely confirmed Kavanaugh has
reversal to the conservative judicial agenda. values of stability and predictability; it shown that he really meant “Yes.”
More than any other issue, it has defined, allows lawyers to give good advice and The four dissenters in Hyatt under-
and united, right-wing judges. permits ordinary citizens to plan their stood what was truly at stake in the case.
Just last week, in Franchise Tax Board lives. Precedents are supposed to be over- Justice Stephen Breyer, writing for Jus-
of California v. Hyatt, the Court’s five turned only in the rarest circumstances, tices Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Sonia Soto-
conservatives gave a stark preview of how not simply because the current Court mayor, and Elena Kagan, said that the
they regard precedents with which they would have decided differently. Kava- majority had given in to the temptation
disagree. The case concerned an obscure naugh’s alleged fealty to stare decisis won to overrule a precedent “even though it
corner of civil procedure—specifically, him the support of Senator Susan Col- is a well-reasoned decision that has caused
whether states can be sued in the state lins, after his contentious confirmation no serious practical problems in the four
courts of other states. The real issue, how- hearings last year. Collins, the Maine Re- decades since we decided it. Today’s de-
ever, was whether a 1979 precedent of publican who is usually described as a cision can only cause one to wonder
the Court should be overturned, and Jus- supporter of abortion rights, announced which cases the Court will overrule next.”
tice Thomas’s opinion for the majority that she would vote for Kavanaugh be- Breyer didn’t spell it out, but it doesn’t
welcomed that opportunity. In his view, cause of his expressed belief in precedent, take much wondering to see which case
it is fine for the Court to do away with notably when it came to Roe. She said, will likely be the next to fall.
stare decisis, the rule of precedent, if the “When I asked him, would it be sufficient —Jeffrey Toobin
THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL hour A.P. English exam. “We didn’t have posted by the Woodbury County Dem-
PREËMPTED classes because of the test,” he said, over ocratic Party, in Iowa: “Join Mayor of
the phone, “and then we had a little health New York City, Bill di Blasio [sic] on
presentation on drugs and alcohol.” He Friday, May 17 at 7:00 pm at 310 Vir-
got home from school earlier than usual, ginia Street. (Next to Jitters.) Sioux City
so he went up to his bedroom—framed is his first stop on his Presidential an-
copies of the Declaration of Indepen- nouncement tour.”
dence and the Constitution, bumper “He hadn’t yet announced a Presi-
here are three types of Presidential stickers for Carly Fiorina and Frank Un- dential campaign, so that definitely rang
T candidate. The first announces a
bid for office in the morning, as Kamala
derwood—and opened up his Lenovo
laptop to read some political blogs.
some alarm bells for me,” Fleisher said.
“I reached out to both the county Party
Harris did when she declared her can- Since 2011, when he was nine, he’s in Iowa and the de Blasio campaign to
didacy during the 7 a.m. slot of “Good written a newsletter called Wake Up to try and get confirmation of his Presi-
Morning America.” The second an- Politics, which has around fifty thousand dential bid.” When Fleisher posted a
nounces at night: Kirsten Gillibrand subscribers. “I’m in St. Louis, which cre- screenshot of the event notice on Twit-
spilled the beans to Stephen Colbert on ates some barriers,” he said, “but any- ter, retweets began to roll in, and media
“The Late Show” at 11:35 p.m. The third time the story comes to me I’m always outlets picked up the story. The county
type is Bill de Blasio. there.” (He looks up to the Times’ Mag- Party deleted the event, misspelled name
De Blasio wanted to be Type 1. Like gie Haberman, another political jour- and all.
Harris (and John Hickenlooper and Seth nalist who lives outside D.C.) Fleisher The de Blasio campaign had given
Moulton), he planned to announce his has covered Donald Trump, Joe Biden, news organizations a heads-up about
run on “Good Morning America.” His Mike Pence, Jeff Sessions, Bernie San- the Mayor’s Iowa travels, but the infor-
campaign video would air, and George ders, and both Clintons during their vis- mation was under a press embargo.
Stephanopoulos would interview him. its to St. Louis. In March, he interviewed Within an hour of Fleisher’s scoop, news
He wouldn’t earn any millennial cred Nancy Pelosi. “A lot of the time at these outlets broke the embargo and confirmed
for doing it that way, and he’d be pass- events, I’m one of the few reporters who’s that de Blasio would formally announce
ing up an opportunity to one-up Gilli- there, and so I’ve been able to set the his bid the next day.
brand, his fellow New Yorker, by appear- scene, and offer really rich reporting,” The following morning, Fleisher’s
ing on James Corden’s show. But if he he said. In 2016, when Jill Stein held a alarm went off at 5:55 a.m. He started
announced in the morning he could po- campaign event in St. Louis, Fleisher writing his newsletter. “I’m Gabe Fleisher,
tentially dominate the day’s news cycle. was one of two journalists who showed reporting live from WUTP World
The day before de Blasio’s announce- up. He published a long, exclusive in- HQ in my bedroom,” he typed. “It’s
ment, Gabe Fleisher, a junior at John terview with her. He was fourteen. Thursday, May 16, 2019. 263 days until
Burroughs School, in St. Louis (prom Last Wednesday, after the A.P. exam, the 2020 Iowa caucuses. 537 days until
theme: the jungle), was taking a four- Fleisher stumbled upon a Facebook event Election Day 2020.” A few minutes later,
20 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019
de Blasio’s campaign video dropped, shirt that said “MASONIC HOME TEAM,”
showing the Mayor being chauffeured rolled-up jeans, stained yellow skate shoes,
around the city in a black S.U.V., to a and a dark-blue baseball cap bearing a
soundtrack of horn-heavy jazz. Mean- yin-yang symbol and the word “SWIM-
while, on “Good Morning America,” MING,” the title of Miller’s final album.
Stephanopoulos read de Blasio the re- He talked about cars. “Everyone
sults of a recent poll: seventy-six per around me is starting to be, like, ‘Mac,
cent of New York City voters felt that you need to buy a car, because yours is
he shouldn’t run. Outside the studio, fucked and it has been broken for six
protesters—who, thanks to Fleisher, had months and you’re an adult.’ I’m, like,
got wind of the Mayor’s announcement ‘Yeah. I’ll get around to it.’” He has two
the night before—began to gather. (De Volvo 240 station wagons. “They’re cool,
Blasio’s run has unified the city: that but I need a reliable car,” he said. “Maybe
morning, protesters from the New York I should buy something that’s not as old
Police Department and the Black Lives as I am. But I’m cheap. I’ve never had
Matter movement stood together, chant- a car that was worth more than three
ing “Liar!”) grand. I don’t like the way new cars look.
“Presidential announcements are so Mac DeMarco They’re weird.”
orchestrated to the minute,” Fleisher said. DeMarco grew up in Canada. Re-
“I don’t think my tweet will change the like that often.” He looked around. “I cently, he’s been listening almost exclu-
trajectory of de Blasio’s campaign, but it can’t keep doing shows the way we’re sively to the Beatles, Japanese video-game
fits very neatly into the narrative that doing shows,” he said. “If I keep drink- soundtracks, and Michael McDonald,
this campaign is not destined to go very ing a bottle of Jameson every day, to get the former front man for the Doobie
far.” He went on, “The fact that the state loose, I’ll be fucking dead, too.” Brothers. “He says nice things about me
Party in Iowa clumsily put it out early, Winter came, then spring. DeMarco and my band all the time,” DeMarco
and his name was misspelled in the re- emerged with a bunch of new songs— said of McDonald, who is a pal. “I took
lease, combined with the fact that jour- “slow, sparse, and repetitive,” he called him to my favorite pho restaurant in
nalists don’t see him as much of a factor them, on a recent day in New York. L.A.—kind of a dump, but great. He
in the race”—none of that bodes well. “I He was in town to promote his new al- was, like, ‘Man, bone broth! My wife
guess we’ll see whether that’s a narrative bum,“Here Comes the Cowboy,” with says it’s really good for you.’” DeMarco
he can rebound from.” Then Fleisher a performance on “The Tonight Show has thought about what a collaboration
laced up his gray Nikes and left for school. Starring Jimmy Fallon.” He has lived with McDonald would be like. “Michael
He had an oral presentation in Spanish in L.A. since 2016, but for three years is crazy talented,” DeMarco said. “I
to prepare for, and in his history class before that he lived in New York. He don’t really know what I can bring to
they were reading “Between the World recorded his second record, “Salad Days,” the table. A four-chord progression and
1
and Me.” Later, for dinner, burgers. in a windowless Bushwick warehouse, some basic lyrics?”
—Tyler Foggatt “shit-rammed with my stuff.” He moved DeMarco calls his lo-fi, yacht-rocky
to Far Rockaway next, and he had his sound “jizz jazz,” and he has been known
HOMECOMING landlord play trumpet onstage with him to perform in his tighty-whities. A few
SLOW AND SPARSE in Central Park. And he made a record, years ago, he sold out a show at Radio
“Another One”; in one of its songs, he City Music Hall, across the street from
invited fans over for coffee and provided Fallon’s studio. Shortly before that per-
his home address. (“It never got that formance, it dawned on him how vast
weird,” he said.) the stage is. “My friend Matt, who I lived
Before the “Tonight Show” taping, with in Far Rockaway, does tapestries,”
his guitarist wandered the sixth floor of he recalled. “I was, like, ‘You want to help
ast fall, the singer-songwriter Mac 30 Rockefeller Center without shoes. me fill this stage?’” Matt brought in fake
L DeMarco crouched backstage at
Red Rocks Amphitheatre, in Colorado,
DeMarco napped in the woodsy-themed
Adirondack Room. “Very cute,” he said,
human, dog, and dinosaur skeletons;
shabby living-room furniture; and a Bunn-
chain-smoking Marlboro Reds. He’d upon waking. O-Matic coffee machine. For a backdrop,
taken the red-eye from Los Angeles after It was the day before his twenty-ninth he hung banners printed with what De-
attending the funeral of a friend, the rap- birthday. He had a two-day-old hang- Marco called “chewed-up wrestling dolls.”
per Mac Miller, who’d overdosed days over from “some rum in Virginia Beach,” The “Tonight Show” taping began,
earlier. “I met him on tour in South Amer- but he felt it had less to do with quan- and DeMarco did one of the new slow,
ica,” DeMarco said. “I didn’t really know tity and more to do with age. “I still party,” sparse, repetitive songs, about growing
his music. I don’t think he really knew he said, “but I don’t drink at home any- up. “It’s always about growing up,” he
my music, either. But we jelled.” He went more. I rarely go to bars.” He went on, said afterward.
on, “He called me, like, three times a day. “What’s to complain about? I got to sleep He was happy to be back in New
It was easy. I don’t encounter friendships in a bed last night.” He wore a blue sweat- York. “I heard someone say once that
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Manhattan has a special energy,” he said, Goats will happily devour vegetation bring it into their first stomach, unchewed.
“because it’s built on deep, subterranean, that other animals won’t touch, includ- Then they spit it up and chew on it for
purple, crystal bedrock. You don’t get ing species with thorns. By ravaging the hours before going back for more.”
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that pep in other boroughs.” leaves, they deplete a plant’s energy, in- The Cihaneks’ goats had gorged their
—Charles Bethea hibiting new growth. Goats eat in vol- way through Harsimus Cemetery, in Jer-
ume and they do it fast. They’re partic- sey City, and the Long Pond Greenbelt,
THE OUT-OF-TOWNERS ular only about ivy: no to English, yes in Bridgehampton. But they had never
HIRED HOOVES to poison. sampled Manhattan. The Riverside Park
The retirees, in their past life, had Conservancy wanted to know: were the
been commercially milked and bred.They goats free from May 21st to August 30th?
now live on a farm near the Dutchess Larry and Ann checked the schedule.
County village of Red Hook, under the The goats were available. The Cihaneks
care of Larry and Ann Cihanek. The Ci- will pocket a chunk of the forty-five
haneks’ two hundred or so goats are all thousand dollars that’s been budgeted
wo dozen retirees had settled into a donations, many of them offered after a for the project.
T pastoral life in the Hudson Valley,
where they ran with a like-minded herd.
barn fire, in 2015, killed their herd. Among
them are Penny, formerly of a junk yard,
The Conservancy erected a fence, and
arranged for park employees and volun-
They enjoyed a regular mani-pedi. They and Buckles, who spent much of his life teers to watch over the herd. They in-
wandered around, eating all kinds of junk. tethered by a chain and whose owner fed vited local residents to meet their new
Some summers, they worked temporary him cigarette butts. neighbors at a welcoming ceremony,
jobs in the landscaping industry. Recently, Early on, Larry, a former advertising which will take place this week.
a call came from Manhattan. The retir- executive and Upper East Side native, The Cihaneks, meanwhile, pondered
ees were needed on the Upper West Side, had hoped to make cheese.Then he began which goats to send to Gotham. (In Old
to address a pressing problem: invaders fielding inquiries about goats’ potential English, the name happens to mean “goat
had overrun a swath of Riverside Park. as an environmentally friendly alterna- town.”) They chose for visual diversity—
Porcelain berry, mugwort, and multiflora tive to chemicals. He and Ann started a Boers, Kikos, nubby-eared Lamanchas,
rose were choking out the native plants, company, Green Goats. Their herd was floppy-topped Nubians—but also for re-
wrecking the ecosystem. The weeds blan- soon decimating problem foliage as far lationship chemistry. Skittles was alpha.
keted a slope between 119th Street and away as West Virginia. “The way nature (“He thinks he’s the boss man,” Ann said.)
125th Street, where the steep terrain and designed goats, they gobble up as much Max exuded chill. (“Nothing harshes his
the prolific poison ivy thwarted human food as they can in about half an hour,” mellow.”) Worming and grooming com-
intervention. The crisis called for goats. Larry explained the other day. “They menced. Each woolly neck was encircled
with a grosgrain ribbon, from which dan-
gled a numbered plastic tag.
Last Monday—wet and cold—Cin-
namon, Swirl, Cheech, Chong, Bella,
Brooklyn, Chewey, and Charlie milled
around, damp and pungent, within their
wire enclosure, awaiting the trip to the
big city. During a break in the rain, the
Cihaneks checked on them.
Goats are brave about heights but total
babies when it comes to water—most of
the herd refused to leave the barn. Ann
went in and called, “Chalupa!” Chalupa
was on the list for Manhattan. “He’s hid-
ing out in here somewhere.” She found
him—big guy, brown and white—loung-
ing in a corner, chewing his cud. “If I was
a goat, I would dream of Riverside Park,”
she said. “Manhattan is all around, but if
you close your eyes and don’t listen you
could be in a farm field.”
The next morning, the Cihaneks re-
ceived an urgent call from a neighbor:
some of their goats had got out. They
grabbed a bag of zip ties to repair holes
in the fence, jumped in their truck,
“Let’s try one without smiling.” and headed out to search. Ann traipsed
through the shin-deep grass of a field of who is adept at choosing clothes for peo- cardboard toilet-paper tubes (used for
new hay; fresh A.T.V. tracks led past a ple with disabilities (known as adaptive tightening up loose bras). “If your styl-
gap in a wire fence. Ann stood at the fashion). Thomas met Spencer two years ist don’t show up prepared like this, they
opening and called the missing goats by ago, through Instagram, where Spencer ain’t no stylist,” Spencer said.
clapping her hands and yelling, “Ladies!” has a big following. (She also has many They discussed how many formal out-
Nearly a hundred escaped goats ma- followers on YouTube, where she hosts fits would be needed in Cannes. “There’s
terialized at a high bend in the road and a show called “Sitting Pretty,” which, she guaranteed a Q. & A. and guaranteed a
came clopping, en masse, down the pave- says, “documents the dope things I do lunch,” Spencer said.
ment.They scampered across the meadow, as a person with a disability.”) “I want to do one strong look and
snatching greens in their teeth, as Larry Before Thomas’s intervention, Spen- one soft,” Thomas said. “But both re-
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hollered, “Be there or be square!” cer’s style was notably tame. When they ally pretty.” She disappeared into the
—Paige Williams first started working together, things racks and returned with a metallic-
didn’t go smoothly. “We fought,” Spen-
RAG TRADE cer said.
ADAPTIVE “A lot,” Thomas added.
Spencer laughed. She said that even-
tually, after some sparring, “I figured out
what I can wear and what options there
are, and I opened my mind to more col-
ors, more textures, more patterns.”
Spencer began the shoot by model-
n the movie “Give Me Liberty,” a dark ling a black-and-white checked dress (no
I comedy that will screen this month,
at the Cannes Film Festival, one of the
fasteners, easy to slip on) with orange
platform sandals (Velcro straps) and or-
lead roles is played by Lauren (Lolo) ange sunglasses, while seated in her mo-
Spencer, a thirty-one-year-old market- torized wheelchair. Behind her, an out-
ing manager and disability-rights advo- of-frame crew member attempted to keep
cate from Los Angeles. It was her first a backdrop of beach balls from collaps-
acting job. “The producer had a casting ing. Spencer also posed in an orange two-
friend who was specifically looking for piece bathing suit with a black coverup,
a black girl in a wheelchair,” Spencer, designed to be shorter than usual so as
who has been diagnosed as having not to get tangled in the chair’s wheels. Lauren Spencer
A.L.S., recounted the other day. “I was, Thomas, who was born with no toes,
like, ‘Fo’ sho’. I’ll go in there. I’ll talk to developed a system for styling clients copper raincoat: strong. Spencer smiled
whoever I need to talk to.’” In the film, with disabilities, based on three quali- and put it on.
which chronicles a winter day in a Mil- ties: accessible, smart, and fashionable. Thomas frowned. “This would be a
waukee medical van, Spencer plays a Spencer is a convert. “I can still be styl- dead giveaway that you’re a newcomer,
passenger named Tracey. “She’s a don’t- ish and not look like I just came out of and thirsty,” she said.
take-no-shit-from-nobody kind of girl,” a hospital, because that’s what a lot of “Thirsty for attention,” Spencer said.
Spencer said. “Sound like somebody?” adaptive fashion looks like,” she explained. Thomas put the coat aside and dis-
There were two items on Spencer’s “I want to look young, fly, fresh, and fash- appeared again. She came back bran-
agenda that day: a photo shoot for Zap- ionable, just like any other woman my dishing a stretchy fuchsia gown by an
pos Adaptive, an offshoot launched two age would.” Italian designer named Chiara Boni. It
years ago by the online shoe and cloth- Thomas pointed out that adaptive had elbow-length sleeves with ruffled
ing retailer, and shopping for the Cannes fashion is on the rise. Brands such as cuffs, and no straps or fasteners. Spen-
red carpet. It would be her second glitzy Nike and Tommy Hilfiger now produce cer wheeled into a fitting room and
screening—“Liberty” had premièred at accessible lines. She views this trend as tried it on.
Sundance—and her first trip overseas. a response to the social-media activism A minute later, they were admiring
“I’ve been on plenty, plenty planes but engaged in by people like Spencer, who it in a three-way mirror. “V-necks cre-
never on a ten-hour flight,” said Spen- talk about their lives in frank, relatable ate the illusion of height,” Thomas said.
cer, who has short purple hair and wore ways. Gomez, the paraplegic model, men- Spencer leaned forward and stared.
a strapless dress with big silver hoop tioned a Target commercial he had re- “Makes me look like I got booty in the
earrings. cently appeared in. It featured a family back,” she said. “That’s always the goal.”
First, the photo shoot. Spencer was gathering. “I just happened to be in a She was quiet for a moment, thinking
joined by two other models, a paraple- wheelchair,” he said. about the red carpet in Cannes. “It’s big-
gic actor named Danny Gomez and After the shoot, Thomas and Spen- ger than clothes,” she said.
a one-handed makeup artist named cer hit the perfumed aisles of Nordstrom. Thomas nodded, and said, “It’s show-
Chauntal Lewis. The models would be Thomas carried her styling kit, a tackle ing up to the world, out loud and in style.”
assisted by Stephanie Thomas, a stylist box full of safety pins, colorful socks, and —Brent Crane
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 23
ics Cleanth Brooks, R. W. B. Lewis, and
PROFILES Robert Penn Warren, who had been a
mentor to Milch when he was an under-
HELLO, DARKNESS
graduate there, in the mid-sixties. Read-
ing Hawthorne, Melville, Poe, Twain,
James, and Faulkner in such depth
The creator of several hit shows has dementia. And some thoughts about that. helped Milch create complex television
characters whose voices were each
BY MARK SINGER marked by singular diction. His dia-
logue was suffused with psychological
subtext and literary allusion. In Holly-
wood, his work ethic was undeviating:
he showed up every day. He believed,
and still believes, that any time spent
thinking about writing is wasted except
when one is in a room writing. He quotes
Billy Wilder: “The muse has to know
where to find you.” He also became
known for nurturing aspiring writers.
Writing and teaching, Milch thought,
should be “a going out in spirit.”
I first met Milch in 2004, while re-
porting about him for this magazine,
during the filming of the second sea-
son of “Deadwood.” The show, which
is regarded by Milch, and by many crit-
ics, as his best work, was set in the Da-
kota Territory in the eighteen-seven-
ties. The town of Deadwood had been
at the center of the Black Hills gold
rush, one of the last of its kind in the
Lower Forty-eight. He began writing
the pilot episode only after having spent
two years digesting biographies and his-
torical accounts of mining, the Indian
wars, territorial politics, whorehouse
and gambling protocols, rudimentary
systems of justice, and criminality mun-
dane and monstrous. Deadwood, built
on land stolen from the Lakota Sioux,
avid Milch, the television writer, for “Hill Street Blues” introduced him had attracted exiles, fugitives, optimists,
D lives with his wife, Rita Stern
Milch, on a peaceful block in Santa
to Steven Bochco, the series’ co-cre-
ator, and he began writing for the show,
gamblers with nothing to lose, bloody-
minded opportunists, cynics, and seek-
Monica, in a cozy stucco bungalow too, Milch earned a reputation as one ers who had come to try their luck, or
camouflaged by a lush cottage garden. of the most original and intellectually to escape bad luck, in terrain that lay
When they moved there, five years ago, fluent figures in the history of episodic largely beyond the reach of the law.
from a much larger house a few miles television. In 1993, Milch and Bochco The real people depicted in “Dead-
away, where they had raised three chil- created “NYPD Blue,” a radical rein- wood”—among them Wild Bill Hickok;
dren, Milch was about to turn seventy. vention of the prime-time network his murderer, Jack McCall; Calamity
A survivor of decades of serial addic- police drama. He went on to create Jane; Wyatt Earp; and Al Swearengen—
tion-recovery-relapse-recovery—and several shows of his own, among them are greatly outnumbered by Milch’s
also of heart disease, childhood sexual the sui-generis Western “Deadwood,” fictional characters. Through three sea-
predation, obsessive-compulsive dis- for HBO. sons of labyrinthine story lines, an ever-
order, and bipolarity—he remained in Before Milch went to work in Hol- rising body count, boundless scheming
command of prodigious gifts. Starting lywood, he taught writing at Yale while and exploitation, and a profusion of de-
in the early nineteen-eighties, when a collaborating on a two-volume anthol- pravity that sometimes abruptly trans-
former college roommate who wrote ogy of American literature with the crit- muted into tenderness, Milch’s dialogue
transformed the frontier demotic into
David Milch in the converted garage of his bungalow, in Santa Monica. something baroquely profane. In an
24 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 PHOTOGRAPH BY RYAN PFLUGER
early episode, a prospector named Ells persuaded him to create a new series,
worth, having breakfasted on a few shots “John from Cincinnati,” set in a Cali
of whiskey, declaims to no one in par fornia surfing community, a collabora
ticular, “I may have fucked up my life tion with Kem Nunn, a novelist whose
flatter ’n hammered shit, but I stand books can be found in the surfnoir sec
here before you today beholden to no tion. It lasted only one season, a conse
human cocksucker, and workin’ a payin’ quence generally attributed to a plot
fuckin’ gold claim, and not the U.S. gov coherence deficit. In the years that PRESENTED BY HALCYON
ernment sayin’ I’m trespassin’, or the followed, Milch remained fiercely in
savage fuckin’ red man himself or any dustrious. He created “Luck,” set at the
of these other limberdick cocksuckers Santa Anita Park racetrack and starring
passin’ themselves off as prospectors had Dustin Hoffman, which was shut down
better try and stop me.” in its second season after multiple horses
By design, Milch wrote “Deadwood” died during filming. Milch also made a
under a guntothehead deadline, reg pilot—the only episode shot—for an
ularly composing dialogue the day be HBO series called “The Money.” (Milch
fore a scene was to be shot. Milch is the described it to me as “King Lear meets
only writer I have ever watched, at length, Rupert Murdoch and family.”) Two other
write. I sat in a dimly lit, airconditioned HBO projects never progressed beyond
trailer as Milch—surrounded by several the pilotscript stage: adaptations of Peter
silent acolytes, of varying degrees of ex Matthiessen’s novel “Shadow Country”
perience and career accomplishment— and “Island of Vice,” a history of The
sprawled on the floor in the middle of odore Roosevelt’s tenure as the police
the room, staring at a large computer commissioner of New York City. Ear
monitor a few feet away. An assistant lier this year, HBO’s “True Detective”
at a keyboard took dictation as Milch, aired a new episode written by Milch
seemingly channelling voices from a re and Nic Pizzolatto.
mote dimension, put words into (and Milch’s career earned him a fortune—
took words out of ) the mouth of this more than a hundred million dollars
or that character. The cursor on the from “Hill Street Blues,” “NYPD Blue,”
screen advanced and retreated until the and “Deadwood” alone. This made pos
exchange sounded precisely right. The sible both a history of philanthropy and
methodology evoked a séance, and it promiscuous nondeductible onetoone
was necessary to remind oneself that largesse. Several years after I published
the voices in fact issued from a certain my Profile, as Milch was writing early
precinct of the fellow on the floor’s brain. episodes of “Luck,” he called and tried
In June, 2006, at the start of Season 3, to persuade me to work on the series. I
HBO announced, unexpectedly, that reflexively declined the offer. He kept
there would be no Season 4. Instead, at it, and I kept demurring. At last, he
the network said, Milch would bring said, “Let me just send you some money.”
“Deadwood” to a conclusion with a pair To Milch I owe the strange pleasure
of twohour movies. Within months, of once upon a time hearing myself say,
it became evident that even this was “Please do not send me money.”
not to be. Rather than being permitted Unfortunately, this tendency to treat
a meticulously conceived dénouement, money as something to be gotten rid A free festival
“Deadwood” just stopped. It came as a of also fed a gambling compulsion, with massive art
gut punch to everyone associated with which controlled Milch as unremit
the series. “Deadwood” devotees never tingly as heroin, alcohol, and pain meds installations, pop-up
abandoned hope that it might some once did. A 2015 lawsuit in Los An performances,
day return, but the more time passed geles Superior Court, filed by Rita curated dialogues,
the less likely a revival seemed. The Milch against David’s former business
show had sinned by failing to rack up managers, revealed that between 2001 and more, celebrating
the boffo audience numbers sufficient and 2011 he lost almost twentyfive life, liberty, and the
to convince HBO that it would become million dollars betting on horses and pusuit of happiness.
a sensation, like “The Sopranos,” which football. (The lawsuit was settled out
was winding down after six seasons. of court.) Only when Rita learned— J U N E 15 -2 3, 2019
Still, the studio’s faith in Milch never from the business managers, in 2011— WA S H I N GTO N, D C
wavered. It just wanted him to focus on of their calamitous finances did Da R EG I S T E R AT
more potentially lucrative projects, and vid’s gambling cease. They owed the W W W.BY T H E P EO P L E.O R G
Internal Revenue Service five million mise in the series return to Deadwood plot. I think about that ten times a day
dollars. Both their houses—in Brent- in 1889, as North Dakota and South when I’m writing.”
wood and on Martha’s Vineyard—went Dakota join the Union. Extraordinarily, During the making of “Deadwood,”
on the market. Rita sold much of her nearly all the surviving members of the the arc of a season, each consisting of
jewelry. The bungalow in Santa Mon- original cast—Powers Boothe and Ralph twelve episodes, took shape over months
ica is a rental. Richeson had died—agreed to reunite, of writers’-room conversations, all re-
In late 2013, while Milch was in New and shooting began in October, at the corded and transcribed. Embedded in
York, filming the pilot for “The Money,” Melody Movie Ranch, thirty miles north these gigantic texts were Milchian riffs
he began having episodes of confusion of dialogue, which were pasted into
and erratic memory. These symptoms scripts as the writing progressed. When
coincided with severe anemia, which a new episode was about to be shot, a
required blood transfusions and surgery, staff writer would compose a first draft
and Rita wishfully assumed that, once that provided the scaffolding for the
his problem was addressed, the mem- wizardry I observed fifteen years ago,
ory issue would soon resolve itself. In- in the dark trailer. To everyone involved
stead, other ominous signs emerged: with making “Deadwood,” it was a given
more than once, David called her to that fixed in Milch’s consciousness was
confess that he couldn’t remember where a complete vision: context, character,
he had parked his car. He found him- of Santa Monica, using sets based on motive, plot. Now he can no longer
self searching in vain for familiar names those from the series. The film will hold in his memory the full trajectory
and words. When their older daughter, première on HBO on May 31st. of anything that he writes.
Elizabeth, got married, in the winter of These days, the workday begins with
2014, she sensed that her father was ive days a week, Milch commutes Milch, seated in a cushiony leather arm-
overwhelmed by the prospect of hav-
ing to interact with a crowd and deliver
F twenty-five yards along an arbor-
shaded path that extends from the back
chair opposite a desktop computer mon-
itor, rereading the printout of a com-
a toast. Never before had Milch minded of his house to a converted garage, where pleted scene from the previous day or
being the focus of attention. Now he he writes until it’s time to break for scrutinizing a new one written by, say,
seemed tentative, almost frail. He was lunch. Before he developed Alzhei- Corrado. As Milch scans and rescans
depressed and increasingly anxious, de- mer’s, he rose most days by 4:30 a.m., what amounts to the scene’s studs, joists,
cidedly not himself. In early 2015, he ready to work. He now shows up in and walls, Dushame takes dictation.
was given a diagnosis of Alzheimer’s the garage at nine-thirty or ten. Await- When things go well, the dialogue will
disease. For such a cerebral man, it was ing him are two writing assistants, have been planed, sanded, and smoothed
an especially crushing verdict. Brittany Dushame and Micah Samp- by lunchtime. Every word of the final
For most Alzheimer’s patients, there’s son, and frequently Regina Corrado, version sounds like Milch, undiminished.
a distinct emotional demarcation be- who worked on “Deadwood” and “John This past winter, I went to Los An-
tween the before and after of receiving from Cincinnati” and returned, in 2017, geles twice to see him, in January and
the diagnosis. Although Milch accepted to help him with the screenplay and again in March. I didn’t need anyone
the validity of the diagnosis, he refused whatever might follow. Another col- to explain that the work goes mark-
to capitulate to it. He knew that con- laborator is his younger daughter, Olivia, edly better on some days than on oth-
tinuing to write was imperative for his who is now a successful screenwriter ers. Two projects were under way: an
survival—that stopping would, more and director. (She co-wrote the script eight-episode bio-pic of Johnny Car-
than anything, hasten the process of his for “Ocean’s 8.”) Olivia, who lives in son and a memoir that is to be pub-
ceasing to be his most intrinsic self. His New York, flies to Los Angeles at least lished by Random House. The Car-
finances presented a different impera- once a month. Recently, she told me, son project came to him from the
tive. As his creditors awaited satisfac- “My father and I first worked together production and management company
tion, HBO, thankfully, continued to in 2011, on an adaptation of Faulkner’s Anonymous Content; HBO, per
provide him with work. In late 2015, ‘Light in August.’ Writing a scene with Milch’s current contract, retained a
Milch submitted his adaptation of him was like learning to write a para- right of first refusal. Between my two
“Shadow Country.” The studio passed graph. That was my education in visits, HBO turned down the pilot
on it, but opened a different door: re- screenwriting. But Dave doesn’t really script. It was a disappointment, but the
boots had become fashionable on TV, write movies. He does long-form char- project still had funding, and Milch
and HBO was now amenable to revis- acter development. I’ve always said continued working on it. Whenever
iting “Deadwood” in a film. that he writes novels set like plays, and he hit a snag on the Carson scripts, he
For the next two years, Milch worked shot like movies, that air on television. turned to the memoir.
through drafts of a story that was both What he does is its own thing, but he Rita organizes and oversees every-
new and old. Last summer, HBO green- definitely doesn’t do three-act struc- thing that Milch cannot do for himself.
lighted the script. The movie begins ten ture, where everything resolves itself A doorway from the office leads to a
years after the last scene of Season 3. by the end. Dave always says the emo- large space that has long served as a
Characters who avoided a violent de- tional response of the character is the painting studio for Rita, who has had
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careers as an artist and as an editor. On Tell me a story. think any longer. Your inability to sus-
its floor are file boxes of source mate- tain a continuity of focus. And those
rial for the memoir, including lecture Make it a story of great distances, and are accumulated deletions of ability.
starlight.
transcripts, writers’-room transcripts of And you adjust—you’d better adjust, or
every series that Milch has worked on The name of the story will be Time, you adjust whether you want to or not.
starting with “Deadwood,” recordings But you must not pronounce its name. Singer: From my own experience
of interviews that he’s given, poetry and with serious illness, though it’s been
essays that he wrote in college—every- Tell me a story of deep delight. nothing like what you’re going through,
thing that hasn’t already been shipped I’ve found that my capacity for denial
to Yale, where his papers will reside, at • has helped.
the Beinecke Library. Milch: Denial, I think, is a sort of
Last fall, as shooting was under way My conversations with Milch, which ongoing operative procedure—you try
for “Deadwood: The Movie,” I began took place in his garage office and on the and proceed as if you’re capable, as if
talking regularly again with Milch. We telephone, have been edited for clarity and you weren’t ill. And then begin mak-
spoke, by telephone, every other Satur- concision. ing concessions to the fact that you
day for about forty-five minutes, with are. . . . Things that you can’t remem-
Rita listening in and filling in blanks as Singer: What do you want to be ber any longer, in particular—it’s like
needed. The American Alzheimer’s As- the focus of our conversations? shifting the gears of the engine of a
sociation identifies three stages of the Milch: To the extent that this sort car, except to the extent that it abso-
disease’s progression: early, middle, and of thing is appropriate, a focus on the lutely isn’t. You just move through the
late. Milch appears to be in the middle illness. . . . While writing the screen- day experiencing a series of awarenesses
stage. This is characterized by a diffi- play for “Deadwood: The Movie,” I was of what’s gone in terms of your capac-
culty with organizing everyday tasks and in the last part of the privacy of my fac- ities. And there are physiological con-
remembering the events of one’s per- ulties, and that’s gone now. I was able sequences. I’ve been describing, I guess,
sonal history; social withdrawal; confu- to believe that— You know, we all make mental consequences, but there are ab-
sion about where one is or the day of deals, I suppose, in terms of how we solute physical limitations that you live
the week; disruption of sleep habits; and think about the process of our aging. into, increasingly. I never thought I’d
an increased risk, if left unsupervised, It’s a series of givings away, a making be quoting a Paul Simon song, at least
of becoming lost. The Milch I observed peace with givings away. I had thought, not in public, but “Hello, darkness, my
fifteen years ago during the making of as many or most people do, that I was old friend.” There’s an experience you
“Deadwood” was gregarious, physically in an earlier stage of givings away than have as every day goes on of what you’re
strong, and prone to riveting discursive it turns out I am. It’s kind of a relent- no longer capable of and . . . it’s an ac-
detours. During our recent time to- less series of adjustments to what you cumulation of indignities. At a more
gether, he spoke slowly and deliberately, can do, in particular the way you can’t fundamental level, it’s an accretion of
and moved accordingly. At one point, I
asked him whether, despite what Alz-
heimer’s was stealing from him, it had
given anything in return. The answer:
a continuous sense of urgency.
“There’s an acute sense of time’s pas-
sage,” he said. “Things are important.
You don’t want to be inconsequential
in your perspective on things. I feel that
with an increasing acuteness—that ev-
erything counts.”
“Do you wake up to that feeling every
day?”
“Yeah, I do.”
Milch believes that time is ultimately
the subject of every story. It is a con-
viction descended, ex cathedra, from
Robert Penn Warren, in his spare mas-
terpiece, “Tell Me a Story.” For decades,
in classrooms, writers’ rooms, personal
encounters, lectures, and interviews,
Milch has cited its concluding lines:
Tell me a story.
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Singer: We’re talking about your
creative process and mental process Milch: I’m not feeling very well
pre-Alzheimer’s, correct? And you just now. I’ve got an amount of pain
didn’t have a time during the produc- and my faculties aren’t very good. It’s
tion of the movie where that changed? in my chest.
Milch: No. I think not. It’s vari- Singer: Do you know what it’s
able from moment to moment, but over about?
all there’s a dynamic to the process that Milch: No.
you try to be disciplined in pursuing. Singer: This is completely organic?
Singer: “Discipline” is the word Milch: It’s not an anxiety disor-
you use more than anyone I’ve ever der. It’s like somebody’s got his fist on
known. It seems deeply inculcated in your chest.
your approach to learning and writing. Singer: One of the things we
You’ve said that Robert Penn Warren haven’t talked about is fear. Do you
used to discuss certain disciplines. Does have fear?
it derive from that? Milch: Yeah. You need some? It’s
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the respect that he had for the disci- extent that it’s hard to think of any- I’m Your Man:
pline of that pursuit as organizing the thing else or bring one’s concentration
exchange between us. That was uni- to anything else. Authors Roundtable
versal with him. There was something Singer: Does that mean you’re not Discover Cohen’s relationship to
holy about it. The street version of it reading very much? place, text, and spirituality in a
is “Don’t fuck with this.” It was a beau- Milch: Yes. discussion between biographers
tiful experience to be in the presence Singer: What about listening to Chantal Ringuet, Sylvie Simmons,
of that searching out. music?
and Alan Light, and music
He was a teacher, but he was also al- Milch: Mostly I’ve been chroni-
producer John Lissauer.
ways a searcher. He was respectful in cling my grievances.
sharing the pursuit and you felt you Singer: When your family, includ-
mustn’t fail to bring anything but your ing your granddaughter, was around June 20, 8 pm
best attention and respect for the trans- over the holidays, was that a relief ? Who Shall I Say is Calling?
action. You had the feeling that there Milch: Yes. Our grandchild has A Night of Covers
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And there was an absolute lack of self- pleasant tone—she calls me Dave—and Celebrate the legacy of Leonard
consciousness to the process. A mutual she pats my wrist sometimes. And I Cohen’s life and lyricism
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everything irrelevant or distracting. happening. I think it’s like “He doesn’t cantors Azi Schwartz, Gideon
Singer: I wonder whether there’s mean me ill, so he must mean me well.” Zelermyer, and Basya Schechter.
an overlap between that sort of pro- Singer: Do you think you’re at an
found respect and the recognition you early stage?
came to later, in A.A. meetings, about Milch: No.
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comfort in the past? than that? Was he ever paternal, and novel and read it now?
Milch: I feel the past falling away did he say, “Goddammit, cut that shit Milch: It’s not likely.
and the attachments of regret for what out”? Singer: Is that because the hours
wasn’t done or was done badly or was Milch: He often remarked, “Un- in the day you’re able to focus are
done without sufficient sympathy, and derstand, David, I don’t give a good diminished?
it was for that reason that our grand- God damn who writes and who doesn’t.” Milch: To some extent. But more
daughter’s visit was such a redemptive Singer: I remember you telling me so I feel the constriction of possibility,
and compelling occurrence. Everything that—that if you were going to fuck it what I’m able to undertake responsibly.
is an adventure for her and a delight up that wasn’t his problem. I have only a certain amount of energy.
and a surprise, an opening up, and that’s Milch: Yes. Singer: Do you feel like you’re in
a big gratification. Singer: Can you actually say now a race?
Singer: I’ve never thought of you that you would rather you had lived Milch: Yes.
as a sentimental person, but maybe I differently during that period? Singer: You’re racing to finish this
misread that. How would you charac- Milch: Sure. When you know that memoir?
terize yourself ? you could have done something with Milch: More so a larger enterprise,
Milch: As an unsentimental person. a fuller heart, with a more open spirit, of which this is just a part.
Singer: Right. So, when you talk that’s an occasion for regret, and the Singer: Can you be more specific?
about loss, sadness, are those sentimen- regrets do tend to pile up. But there’s Milch: I’m trying to make work,
tal feelings or objective realities? nothing to be done. That’s the predi- the undertaking in general, coherent. To
Milch: Objective realities. There’s cate of regret. And so you kind of build restore a dignity to the way that I pro-
increasingly little to hold on to. A kind around it, and do the best you can to ceed, and it’s a demanding process. You’re
of relentless deterioration, and that’s learn some useful way to proceed. tempted to . . . toss it in. Just to quit.
disconcerting. Singer: Have you talked to other Singer: Before this, were you some-
Singer: I’m so sorry this is hap- Alzheimer’s patients? one who had preoccupying fears?
pening. . . . And, now that I’ve said that, Milch: No. Milch: No.
I feel like an idiot. When people tell Singer: When do you think you Singer: And now what is it you’re
you they’re sorry, what’s your response? knew that this was going on? What afraid of, if you could identify it?
Milch: “Thank you.” It depends told you that? Milch: I intuit the presence of a co-
on who I’m talking to and what the Milch: It was an irrefutable and herence in my life which I haven’t given
ambitions of the conversation are. In obtrusive fact. There were lapses which expression to in an honorable fashion.
a lot of ways, it feels like you’re living were inexplicable otherwise. Singer: So this is an opportunity.
a dream, with those relentless aspects. Singer: We’ve talked about having Is that what you’re saying?
Singer: Tell me what in your ear- your granddaughter here, the pleasure Milch: Yes.
lier life, if anything, gave you any sense of that. But what about the things that Singer: The rush to get to work,
of anticipation of what aging would be gave pleasure from before, the aesthetic that inner necessity to make something.
like. In the brain of a twenty-two-year- pleasures? You still have that? Do you wake up
old, in particular a twenty-two-year- Milch: The world gets smaller. every day with that?
old male, the parts that recognize risk You’re capable of less work and you Milch: Yes.
and danger are not as fully developed, have to learn to accept that—that’s a Singer: Did you feel during the
and so it becomes this Darwinistic mat- given of the way you have to live. And “Deadwood” movie shoot that anyone
ter. We do catch up, if we’re lucky and that’s a sadness. But it’s also true that regarded you as diminished?
we haven’t killed ourselves first. In your a focus comes to your behavior which Milch: I don’t think so.
twenties, you were living hard and fast. is productive. Singer: Do you think about the
Did you ever think, I might kill myself Singer: Elaborate upon that. future?
inadvertently? Milch (after a long pause): I’m hav- Milch: In a very constricted way.
Milch: I thought I might die in- ing a good deal of pain. I have disabused myself of any thought
advertently in the process of doing what of a normal future, but I allow myself
I was doing. You know, I assembled a Rita leaves to get him some water. He’s a provisional optimism about the pos-
number of stupidities, which took up sitting in an armchair, looking away from sibilities of what time I will be allowed.
a lot of my time. I remember Mr. War- me, as if I’ve left the room. And I’m determined to experience what
ren used to say to me, more than once, life will allow me. I know I have a short
“How much of a goddam fool can you Singer: Can I ask what you’re while possible to me, but I don’t want
be?” And I used to devote a portion of thinking right now? to constrict or profane that with re-
every day to assembling evidence in Milch: I’m wondering if I’m going crimination or a distorting bitterness.
support of this argument. to be able to tolerate this discomfiture. And I permit myself a belief that there
Singer: That question from him Singer: Can you read things you’ve is possible for me a genuine happiness
was not a chastening question? written in the past? and fulfillment in my family and the
Milch: Oh, yes, it was. Milch: No. work I do.
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cooked with charcoal and licorice, and
LETTER FROM MONTREAL a rendition of jambon persillé, a Burgun-
dian charcuterie of ham suspended in
KITCHEN SHIFT
parsleyed jelly.
Joe Beef, which opened in 2005, is
McMillan and Morin’s first and best-
The chefs behind North America’s most hedonistic restaurant quit drinking. known restaurant. It specializes in am-
bitious but unfussy French cooking—no
BY HANNAH GOLDFIELD white tablecloths, no minimalist dishes
sprinkled with microgreens or gold leaf.
Situated in the former industrial neigh-
borhood of Little Burgundy, near the La-
chine Canal, the restaurant has the feel
of a ragtag bistro, with vintage furniture
and stuffed animal heads mounted on the
walls. The menu, written only on chalk-
boards, in French, is defined by exuber-
ant immoderation, a blend of the haute
and the gluttonous. On a given night,
it might include a traditional foie-gras
torchon or a sandwich of foie gras on
white bread; tartare of raw duck, venison,
or horsemeat; and a hulking strip steak
topped with cheese curds—a Québécois
staple—or fat links of boudin noir. Often,
it includes dishes that aren’t French at all:
skate schnitzel, porchetta, barbecued ribs
cooked in the back-yard smoker. Din-
ers willing to spend at least a hundred
dollars apiece can forgo ordering and
let the kitchen stuff them with a dozen
courses of its choosing. The food writer
John Birdsall once published an ecstatic
piece on the site First We Feast titled
“I Puked at Joe Beef and It Made Me
a Better Man.”
For a long time, McMillan and Mo-
rin made a point of living the experience
that they were selling. McMillan was
known for drinking with his custom-
or Americans living through tur- ing Joe Beef. Published late last year, ers, and then downing bottles of wine
F bulent times, Canada can seem like
a refuge. The Montreal chef David Mc-
and co-written with Meredith Erick-
son, a cookbook author who was one
long after dinner service was over. The
chefs’ spirit of extravagance helped make
Millan figures it doesn’t hurt for Cana- of Joe Beef ’s first servers, the new book Joe Beef a success. In 2007, they opened
dians to have a getaway plan, too. Since is in part a tongue-in-cheek survival- Liverpool House, two doors down, to
2012, he’s owned a lakeside cabin in the ist’s manual, with instructions for build- accommodate Joe Beef overflow; four
Laurentian Mountains, accessible only ing a subterranean bunker, making hard- years later, they expanded Joe Beef into
by boat. It’s equipped with solar power, tack, and growing endive in darkness. an adjacent space, doubling its capac-
fishing rods and rifles, and enough dried By “apocalypse,” the authors mean a ity. And, a couple of years after that,
provisions to last a year. McMillan, who range of modern ills, from the “constant they opened a wine bar, Le Vin Papil-
has three young daughters, told me, “If noise” of social media to the threat of lon, two doors down from Liverpool
anything is weird, I could grab every- nuclear war. “We don’t want to just sur- House. Today, they employ a hundred
body and head up there.”The cabin was vive,” Erickson writes. “We want to live and fifty people. But their ethos of ex-
an inspiration for “Joe Beef: Surviving it out in full Burgundy style.” To that cess proved unsustainable. In an essay
the Apocalypse,” McMillan’s second end, the book also collects more than for Bon Appétit, in February, McMillan
cookbook with Frédéric Morin, his part- a hundred of the chefs’ recipes, includ- wrote, “The community of people I sur-
ner in five Montreal restaurants, includ- ing a tater-tot galette, sweetbreads rounded myself with ate and drank like
Vikings. It worked well in my twenties.
Joe Beef and its sister restaurants specialize in exuberant immoderation. It worked well in my thirties. It started
32 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 PHOTOGRAPHS BY ALEXI HOBBS
to unravel when I was forty. I couldn’t of the restaurant industry. Anthony Bour- who owns Zahav, the acclaimed Israeli
shut it off.” dain, in his 2000 memoir, “Kitchen Con- restaurant in Philadelphia, began treat-
One day in January of last year, Morin fidential,” enshrined the perception of ment for crack-cocaine addiction and
and several employees and friends staged cooks as hard-driving misfits, and of alcoholism a decade ago. Sean Brock,
an intervention for McMillan at Joe kitchens as places generally populated best known for the restaurant Husk, in
Beef. McMillan had always thought of by “a thuggish assortment of drunks.” Charleston, wrote last April about quit-
addiction as a weakness, not a disease. Mario Batali, who in 1998 opened Babbo, ting drinking and taking up a new “self-
But he agreed to go to rehab, and his his flagship restaurant, in New York, care” regimen that included meditation
monthlong stay there, he wrote, pro- made his prodigious appetites a defining and Reiki. Brock and Solomonov are
vided a “crash-course in alcoholism, well- part of his image, along with his pony- just two of many chefs who now serve
ness, and the language of sobriety.”When tail and orange Crocs. Batali was one of nonalcoholic cocktails at their restau-
he got out, he continued to attend A.A. the world’s most admired chefs, known rants. In “The Rise of the Sober Chef,”
meetings. Morin, who is married with for rhapsodizing about the pleasures of a First We Feast story from 2015, Sol-
three kids, realized that he also had a Italian specialties such as lardo and bu- omonov noted that admitting you’re an
problem. Several months after McMil- catini all’amatriciana. That changed in alcoholic “is less of a taboo than it was
lan got sober, he stopped drinking, too. December of 2017, when, in reports by ten years ago—even in the kitchen.”
One morning not long ago, I went Eater and the Washington Post, multi- Before McMillan and Morin gave
with McMillan and Morin to their lat- ple women accused him of sexually ha- up drinking, Joe Beef was an occasion-
est venture, McKiernan Luncheonette, rassing or assaulting them. At one of his ally volatile and abusive work environ-
across the canal from Joe Beef. They late-night party spots, the West Village ment; they are adamant that sobriety
opened it, last September, with Derek gastropub the Spotted Pig (where he has made them more responsible bosses.
Dammann, the chef-owner of Maison was an investor), he and Ken Friedman, Both are evangelists by nature. Where
Publique, a gastropub in town—one of a co-owner, drank heavily and subjected they once promoted unbridled hedo-
many local establishments that feel made women to unwanted verbal and physi- nism, they’ve now become unlikely cru-
in Joe Beef ’s image. Housed in a former cal advances, according to the Times. saders against the excesses of restaurant
textile mill, McKiernan is the largest of Suddenly, Batali’s proud intemperance culture. McMillan said, “I believe clearly
their restaurants, and the only one to was considered in a new light—as em- now that you can make a decision to go
serve breakfast and lunch. It offers dishes blematic of a kind of ugly behavior that into the service industry and have a
in McMillan and Morin’s maximalist had been allowed to flourish in the in- healthy life, a happy life, as a waiter, a
style: a grilled cheese as big as a skate- dustry for too long. (Both Batali and sommelier, or a cook.”
board; a hundred-and-twenty-dollar côte Friedman denied some of the allega-
de boeuf. There is also lighter, café fare, tions. In March, Batali sold his share of cMillan and Morin grew up in
such as clam chowder and buffalo-milk
yogurt with granola. When we arrived,
his restaurant group. Friedman remains
an owner of the Spotted Pig.)
M Montreal, not far from each other,
and both developed an early interest in
the kitchen staff were slicing baguettes For diners who are attracted to brash French cooking. Morin watched Jacques
for jambon beurre. McMillan said, laugh- culinary celebrity, Joe Beef became no Pépin and Julia Child on TV; McMil-
ing, “Five of the best chefs in Montreal, less a destination than Babbo or David lan recalls his mother bringing home a
making seven-dollar sandwiches!” Chang’s Momofuku Noodle Bar, which book by the Lyonnaise chef Paul Bo-
He and Morin are both in their for- opened, in New York, a year before Joe cuse. After high school, both began
ties but they are physical opposites, a Beef. Chang has called Joe Beef his working in restaurants, and, later, at-
Québécois Asterix and Obelix. Six feet favorite restaurant in the world; both tended cooking school. At the time,
three and heavily tattooed, McMillan he and Bourdain, another fan, became there was little glamour in being a chef.
is Joe Beef ’s front man—charismatic, friends of McMillan and Morin. Bour- “We went into cooking like you go into
obscenely quotable, as inconspicuous as dain, who committed suicide last year, plumbing or electricity,” McMillan said.
a grizzly bear. Morin is smaller and more had been open about abusing heroin They didn’t know each other well until
circumspect, with an aquiline nose, a and crack cocaine early in his career, 1999, when they found themselves work-
pronounced French-Canadian accent, and about eventually getting clean. But ing together at the Globe, a restaurant
and a sly sense of humor. In the early he never gave up drinking, and he strug- and supper club in downtown Montreal.
years of Joe Beef, Morin spent most of gled with depression. After he died, McMillan was the chef de cuisine and
his time in the kitchen; McMillan read- a toxicology report found only trace Morin was his sous chef. The Globe had
ily admits that Morin is the better cook. amounts of alcohol in his system. Still, been an excellent French restaurant, they
As the business has grown, both have Morin said that Bourdain’s death was a told me, but it began catering to a late-
moved into supervisory roles, stopping factor that made him question his own night crowd who cared little about the
by the restaurants frequently but leav- relationship with alcohol: “It surely food. “They dressed the waitresses like
ing their staff to handle day-to-day tasks. couldn’t have helped him, that’s the most sluts, in little pink tight dresses,” McMil-
Since getting sober, both have lost a I feel qualified to say.” lan said. “They did bottle service. The
significant amount of weight. McMillan and Morin are not the restaurant was frequented by the Mafia
Until very recently, debauchery was first high-profile chefs to get sober in and motorcycle gangs and drug dealers,
considered inescapable in some corners recent memory. Michael Solomonov, vodka drinkers, d.j. culture. Sodom and
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 33
Gomorrah.” In 2004, Morin took over Dover-sole meunière and pâté en croûte. When McMillan first went to rehab,
the kitchen while McMillan oversaw the Morin devised a creamy, lardon-stud- he said, he’d look at other addicts and
opening of a sister restaurant, Rosalie. ded lobster spaghetti, now a Joe Beef think, “Oh, no, no, I’m not like you los-
McMillan, overworked and drinking too staple. They found a supplier of horse- ers. I have a natural-wine problem.”
much, had what he has called a “little meat, an ingredient that they describe McMillan made intermittent efforts
breakdown.” “We were so burned out,” in their first cookbook, “The Art of Liv- to drink less and to go to the gym. In
Morin said. “We were both on antide- ing According to Joe Beef,” as “the great 2013, he had gastric bypass surgery. He
pressants.” They wondered if they should divide between Anglophone and Fran- lost a hundred and eighty pounds in the
get out of the industry altogether. cophone.” There was an intimacy to the following years, but he continued to
At the time, modernist chefs like dining room: McMillan shucked oys- drink heavily. Max Campbell, a bar-
Ferran Adrià, in Spain, and Charlie Trot- ters at the bar and kibbitzed with cus- tender and server who has worked at
ter, in Chicago, were in vogue, but Mc- tomers. The occasional rude or disrup- Joe Beef for more than a decade, told
Millan and Morin retained their pas- tive guest was invited to leave. Within me that, each night, when McMillan
sion for traditional French food. After six months, the restaurant was booking came into the restaurant, “I’d open one,
shifts at the Globe, they ate at L’Ex- tables a month in advance. two bottles, three bottles, I don’t know.”
press, one of Montreal’s few remaining McMillan and Morin attribute much McMillan would make the rounds in
old-school bistros, where the ceilings of their success to the support of Chang the dining room, pouring wine, Calva-
are painted yellow to match stains from and Bourdain. In a 2013 episode of his dos, and champagne for customers and
the cigarette smoke that once filled the TV series “Parts Unknown,” Bourdain for himself. Sometimes Campbell had
dining room, and each meal begins with spent a sybaritic few days with McMil- to make excuses for McMillan’s drunken
a server delivering to the table a jar of lan and Morin in and around Mon- behavior; one night, he drove him home
cornichons and a pot of mustard. Mc- treal. They staged a six-course meal in McMillan’s own car. Meredith Er-
Millan and Morin still consider it a per- in an ice-fishing shack on the frozen ickson told me, “David changed from
fect restaurant. They also admired a new St. Lawrence River. It included Glacier being the guy who everyone wanted to
generation of chefs who’d opened small, Bay and Beausoleil oysters, oxtail con- circle around, and listen to the stories,
idiosyncratic restaurants in the U.S. and sommé over foie gras, chilled lobster à to a guy where everyone was just, like,
in Canada: Gabrielle Hamilton, who la Parisienne with shaved truffles, wild ‘I’m feeling really uncomfortable, be-
had, Morin said, the temerity to put hare in a sauce of its own blood, Époisses cause you’re not acting like the guy we
Triscuits on the menu at her tiny New cheese smeared on bread, and a layer love right now.’ ”
York restaurant, Prune; Martin Picard, cake called a Marjolaine. They smoked Several current and former Joe Beef
whose Montreal tavern, Au Pied de Co- Cuban cigars and drank white Burgundy employees told me that they’d felt pres-
chon, served the kind of snout-to-tail and Chartreuse. Later in the episode, sure to drink. After hours, McMillan
cooking that was gaining popularity at on a trip to Martin Picard’s Cabane à would herd staff members to the bar
the time, with a Québécois spin, includ- Sucre Au Pied de Cochon, outside Mon- across the street and buy them beers and
ing a famous foie-gras poutine. treal, Morin opened a bottle of spar- shots of whiskey. In the summer, Camp-
On their days off, McMillan and kling wine with a hammer. bell said, “we’d all sit outside on the ter-
Morin often hung out in Little Bur- McMillan’s greatest passion, apart race and we’d drink beer until the keg
gundy—then a backwater neighbor- from French cooking, was natural wine, ran out.” Emily Ekelund, a former em-
hood of greasy spoons, thrift shops, and ployee, started working as a busser at
Art Deco buildings like the home of Joe Beef in 2011, and was eventually pro-
Atwater, one of Montreal’s sprawling moted to bartender. In 2014, she left the
indoor markets. One morning, the owner job to focus on getting sober. When she
of a café on Notre-Dame Street West returned, a year and a half later, to work
mentioned that he was closing his busi- at Le Vin Papillon, it was with certain
ness, and offered them cheap rent on stipulations—she’d no longer close the
the dingy space. McMillan, Morin, and bar or work past midnight. “I needed to
Allison Cunningham, a server at the get myself out of that environment in
Globe (who later married Morin), de- order to stop drinking,” she said.
cided to go in on it together. They fixed a movement—until recently based al- According to a 2015 report by the Sub-
up the twenty-six-seat dining room, most entirely in France—to produce stance Abuse and Mental Health Ser-
putting in wainscotting and a bar made wines using organic or biodynamically vices Administration, the food-service
from a farmhouse floor. Out back, they grown grapes, no additives, and mini- and hospitality sectors have among the
planted a garden and installed a smoker. mal processing. In 2015, he helped Vanya highest rates of alcohol and drug use
They named the restaurant after Charles Filipovic, Joe Beef ’s wine director and of any industry. Morin said that he
( Joe Beef ) McKiernan, the proprietor a partner in Le Vin Papillon, start an thinks drinking is responsible for most
of a rowdy nineteenth-century Mon- import business, turning his restaurants of “the anger and the pressure and the
treal tavern. into a hub of natural wine in North abuse” in professional kitchens. As a
McMillan and Morin served raw America. But his oenophilia became a young chef, he witnessed several bad
seafood and French classics such as cover for his accelerating alcoholism. fights in kitchens, including one that
34 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019
magazine Fool, McMillan bragged about
how he greeted female customers: “My
HIGH FORCE new line is, ‘You’re so hot I would chase
you through the forest with an ax.’” And
Seven years have passed, seven and a half yet McMillan doesn’t believe that he
since we last parked up beside the white hotel— acted inappropriately toward women,
in a hire car, then—and holding hands descended in part because his longtime partner
the steep path lined with pale birches (now ex) Julie Sanchez, was a server at
into the gorge, neither of us knowing Joe Beef for many years. Filipovic and
whether passing families in bright waterproofs Erickson, who worked at the restaurant
did or didn’t presage our future together. until 2010, both told me that they were
always treated with respect. A former
Love was molten, blazing. Amazing we’d left bartender, Sarah Reid, told me, without
the rented room long enough for this, animus, that McMillan slapped her butt
clothed and everything, separately scarfed, in search on several occasions after he’d been
of backdrops to pose against, or rough drinking. At the time, she considered it
drafts with which to gauge one another a sign that he was pleased with her work.
as the words swam and swapped and shook themselves “We’re all brainwashed in this culture,”
like dogs coming out of the river. she said, adding, “I don’t want to de-
monize Dave and say that he is the prob-
The fosse that day, after weeks of rain, lem.” (McMillan denies ever slapping
brimmed and foamed and hid the Whin Sill Reid. “Even in my drinking, I remem-
and its usual zagged path in a pounding-down ber everything,” he said.)
of polar-bear spume, ropy and rippling Last June, in an article in the Globe
but somehow standing still through sheer and Mail, Reid and twenty other women
insistence, sheer abundance. This was detailed allegations of sexual harassment
infinity’s house, house of perpetual motion— and assault against Norman Hardie, one
of Canada’s leading winemakers, and a
froth falling forever, forever self- friend and associate of McMillan and
renewing, is what we thought we were, I was, Morin. (Hardie denied many of the al-
underneath it all: a metaphor legations.) A week later, a former Joe
whose issuing-forth would never end, who would Beef busser—who is trans and uses the
not stand like this in seven years’ time pronoun “they”—claimed, in a string of
grown softer and scareder even than the whin, Instagram posts (later deleted), that, in
let alone the water it thrums beneath. 2016, when they were working in the
restaurant, the chef de cuisine groped
Even writing this, I can’t see how, their genitals. The busser, who declined
I want to laugh, these images rivering through me to comment on the incident, wrote that
and on into you could ever end, they complained to a manager, who did
nor High Force continue falling little in response; they left the job the
down the lightning-bolt course it likes, following day. They decided to come
or even being water, in our absence— forward on social media after reading
though it will, and it does, and it’s doing so still. the Hardie exposé, which noted that
McMillan had cut ties with the wine-
—Frances Leviston maker and quoted him saying, “I’m hor-
rified and disappointed in Norman.”
McMillan was distancing himself from
had to be broken up by the police. Mc- McMillan sometimes abetted what one abuser, the employee wrote, while
Millan told me, “Everybody that I a former employee called “bullshit frat- “he employs and supports” another.
worked for, all my mentors, were scream- boy stuff.” He used homophobic slurs, The chefs declined to discuss the in-
ers. I’ve been hit multiple times in the and he once gave a cook a glass of cident with me, but, in an article pub-
kitchen.” Morin recalled once throwing chicken blood to drink, telling him that lished last year, in Eater Montreal, Mc-
a pan of bacon onto the floor after a line it was his “mother’s strawberry wine.” Millan acknowledged that the groping
cook accidentally tossed out fresh fish. Afterward, McMillan gave him whis- had occurred; the chef de cuisine was
McMillan said, “Joe Beef is the nicest key, to kill the salmonella. “He was fine, “extremely remorseful,” he said. McMil-
restaurant I’ve ever worked at. But have he was drunk,” he told me. “That’s boys lan added that he hadn’t been in the
I screamed at people? Yes, I have. Have being bad in the kitchen.” In a 2014 restaurant during the incident, and
I punched people? Fucking yeah. I’ve profile by Lesley Chesterman, a Mon- blamed alcoholism for making him an
never hit a woman.” treal food critic, in the Swedish food inattentive boss. The busser wasn’t able
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 35
seem like a marketing maneuver: by mak-
ing a show of reforming their ways, they
are taking credit for addressing problems
that they long helped to perpetuate.
Several former Joe Beef employees
told me it was obvious that Hardie, the
winemaker, had been mistreating women
since long before the allegations against
him were made public. “Did Norman
Hardie objectify women in my pres-
ence? Yes,” McMillan said. The inci-
dent that Sarah Reid described to the
Globe and Mail—Hardie putting his
hand up her shirt and down the back
of her pants—took place at an event
that McMillan attended. Still, he main-
tains that he wasn’t aware of the extent
of the abuse until he got a phone call
about the paper’s investigation while he
was in rehab. He sees himself as a teller
of hard truths about the industry. “Some
of my peers are furious at me for speak-
ing about the Norman Hardie stuff,” he
said. “Some of my peers are furious at
me for speaking about alcohol.” Ekelund,
the former Joe Beef employee, told me,
“It’s very easy to take sobriety and make
it the righteous thing that you’re doing.”
She added, “Making yourself look good
publicly is not making amends.”
This past February, a Canadian TV
personality, Anne-Marie Withenshaw,
McMillan and Morin say that sobriety has made them more responsible bosses. tweeted, and later deleted, a message
that seemed directed at McMillan: “It’s
to appeal to him for help, he said, “be- turned to his restaurants, three months interesting how some chefs now flash-
cause I was stuck drinking somewhere.” later, he found that the staff welcomed ing their sobriety as a badge of man-
He told me, of that period, “I went to his and Morin’s sobriety. “The kids,” as hood used to relentlessly bully (and use
work and I wondered who I was going McMillan calls them, now party less, homophobic slurs which I won’t) the
to drink with, when I was going to drink, and often choose sparkling water or ones trying to quietly get/stay sober a
what winemaker was in town, what wines kombucha instead of beer at the end of decade ago.” McMillan tweeted, in re-
are we selling—wine, wine, wine, wine, a shift. Since the publication of his Bon sponse, “I am imperfect absolutely. I was
wine, wine, wine. Meanwhile, some chef Appétit piece, McMillan said, he receives and am a product of the environment I
at some other restaurant has just made messages every day, from industry peo- was brought up in and in the twilight
someone cry for the fifth time. And, in- ple all over the world, seeking advice on of my career am committed to change.”
stead of addressing it, I would get some- how to get sober. At McKiernan Lun- Withenshaw told me that she didn’t
one else to address it. I was a coward.” cheonette, on Sunday nights, one of wish to elaborate on the comment, and
their employees hosts recovery-group added that she meant to call attention
cMillan told me that, in rehab, meetings in the dining room, which to a problem bigger than any one chef
M he was advised to find a new line
of work. “I have no other skills or edu-
McMillan, Morin, and a number of
their staff attend. The group has a name,
or restaurant. A few people I spoke to
declined to discuss Joe Beef out of fear
cation apart from this business, so I was inspired by the French culinary term that it could damage their careers. Yas-
in a very awkward position,” he said. “I mise en place: Remise en Place—to put min Hother Yishay, who worked for Joe
thought I was going to work in a gro- back in place. Beef briefly in 2015, developed a pod-
cery store, to be honest.” Instead, he Some members of Montreal’s food cast, the following year, about incidents
started working kitchen shifts again, at community found the Bon Appétit arti- of labor violation and abuse in Montre-
Elena, an Italian restaurant co-owned cle inspiring; others found it self-serving. al’s restaurants, including the groping at
by his friend Ryan Gray, a former Joe McMillan and Morin are shrewd stew- Joe Beef. It was never finished, she told
Beef sommelier who had got sober a ards of their restaurants’—and their me, because not enough people were
few years earlier. After McMillan re- own—reputations, and their sobriety can willing to go on the record. “Alcoholism
36 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019
is a huge part of that industry, but that’s wine for each course. McMillan, who the other.” When he needs to taste a new
not even the problem,” she said. “It’s a was drinking nonalcoholic beer, listened bottle, he sips and spits. He acknowl-
space where men can roam free.” attentively to her descriptions and sniffed edged that advocating for sobriety and
a few glasses. Morin, who was given a for wine at the same time might sound
ne evening, I met McMillan, Morin, diagnosis of celiac disease in 2010, after contradictory: “There’s always going to
O and Erickson for drinks and hors
d’œuvres at Le Vin Papillon. McMillan
years of stomach problems, drank only
water. He said that the condition hasn’t
be someone who says, ‘Yeah, but you’re
only a year sober, shut the fuck up, you’re
and Morin’s first two restaurants have interfered with his work: much of Joe a rookie, you could fuck up any day.’ I
often been described as “masculine.” Liv- Beef ’s menu—raw seafood, meat and go, ‘Yeah, no, sure, I might, but for now
erpool House is decorated with photo- potatoes—is gluten-free. I’m not, so fuck you.’”
graphs of tractor trailers and serves some The food was as decadent as ev- McMillan and Morin have not elim-
of the same dishes as Joe Beef. (In 2017, er—“It’s not broken, I’m not gonna fix inated all their workplace liabilities. The
Prime Minister Justin Trudeau had dinner it,” McMillan said—but he and Morin chef de cuisine who groped the busser
there with Barack Obama; Ariel Schor, told me that they’ve become less inter- is now a co-owner of one of their other
the restaurant’s chef de cuisine, reported ested in putting truffles and foie gras on restaurants. (McMillan told Eater that
that Obama “was surprised at the size of everything. Morin recalled reading a bi- the chef has “proven by his actions that
our portions.”) Le Vin Papillon has an ography of Julia Child, in which she de- he’s a good man.”) Only one woman
aesthetic that McMillan regards as more scribes a dinner of a few large oysters, currently works in the Joe Beef kitchen.
feminine, with whitewashed floors and an entrée of fish, and a slice of Brie de A front-of-house employee, Kellie Stu-
walls, and paintings of its namesake pa- Meaux for dessert. “The simple French pert, told me that she was verbally abused
pillons, or butterflies, on the wall. The menu, the one that I now find most ap- by a male co-worker last summer, but
food is lighter, too. “I realized one day, petite-whetting—I used to consider it that McMillan immediately reprimanded
sitting at Joe Beef, that there were beau- boring,” he said. “But a part of sobriety him. “He told me that he was on my
tiful, responsible women and men who is learning to deal with boredom, which side, that they had my back,” she said.
were eating only the appetizers and drink- in time you realize is more like simplic- “You can’t really ask for anything better
ing responsibly by the glass,” McMillan ity.” Both he and McMillan ate mod- than that.” McMillan believes it’s inev-
told me, over a plate of house-cured ham. estly; more than one platter was returned itable that such issues arise in a com-
“I built Vin Papillon with an image of to the kitchen largely untouched. At one pany as big as theirs. But he now has
how Vanya and Meredith ate and drank. point, a customer stopped by the table. “zero tolerance for homophobia, zero
They wouldn’t come to Joe Beef and crush “You guys look great!” he said to Mc- tolerance for misogyny, sexism,” he said,
a magnum with two steaks.” Millan and Morin. adding, “It sounds hypocritical, because
Last year, McMillan and Morin “Ah, we’ve been wearing makeup, I’m sure people you’ve talked to have
opened a second wine bar, Vin Mon more and more makeup,” Morin replied. said, ‘Yeah, it’s rich coming from him.’”
Lapin, with Filipovic and her husband, “We’re still dark on the inside.” Stephanie Cardinal, who worked for
where they serve an omelette filled with McMillan remains proudly chauvin- four and a half years at Le Vin Papil-
lobes of fresh sea urchin and a salade rose, istic about Montreal’s dining scene. “I lon, first as a sous chef and then as the
made with radicchio, pink endive, and had two eighteen-year-old girls from La- chef de cuisine, said that McMillan and
delicate curls of foie gras. Until a recent val”—a suburb of Montreal—“the other Morin were supportive when, last year,
staffing change at Vin Papillon, the kitch- day, who were having a meal at Joe Beef she worked to get sober. McMillan took
ens at both wine bars were run by women. before going out to a night club, and they her with him to A.A. meetings, even if
But Filipovic, who oversees the front of were having deer liver medium rare,” he they were held during her shifts. Still,
the house at Joe Beef and the two bars, said. “Show me a restaurant in Manhattan she struggled with the demands of the
told me that she doesn’t like the mascu- that has deer liver, and then show me two job. She helped with the opening of
line-feminine distinction. She thinks of eighteen-year-old girls from New Jersey Vin Mon Lapin, then returned to Le
the lighter fare at Vin Papillon and Vin eating it—and loving it—medium rare.” Vin Papillon. This past winter, fearing
Mon Lapin as part of a natural evolu- Lately, McMillan has been spending that she was burning out, she sat down
tion. “We all kind of got older and much of his time at his cabin, where he with McMillan and Morin to discuss
stopped being able to deal with eating takes his daughters fishing and foraging her situation. “Rather than telling me,
like that all the time,” she said. for mushrooms. He recently bought a ‘Yes, you should stay at Vin Papillon,’
For dinner, we went to Joe Beef, where farm, near the border of Vermont, which or ‘Yes, let’s open up a restaurant to-
we sat on the back patio, beneath a giant he plans to eventually turn into a restau- gether,’ they told me, ‘Steph, you’re
metal lobster. A parade of dishes began rant. He also started a natural-wine label, twenty-eight,’” she said. “ ‘If you stay
to arrive from the kitchen: raw oysters, working with vintners in Ontario. His here at Vin Papillon, you’re going to
razor clams, and scallops on shaved ice; chefs will drive for hours to buy a single find yourself a year from now hitting
crackly brown croquettes stuffed with bag of whitefish caviar; it would be a that same wall.’” In March, with Mc-
“smoked meat,” the Montreal cousin to shame to let customers pair their food Millan and Morin’s encouragement, she
pastrami; tender tripe in a fragrant con- with a commercial Chablis. “Our job is left her job to figure out what she wanted
sommé; rosy slabs of roast beef. Filipo- putting two things inside your body, food to do next. She said, “Letting me go is
vic poured Erickson and me a different and wine,” he said. “One has to go with the nicest gift they’ve ever given me.”
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 37
PERSONAL HISTORY
ECSTASY
Losing religion and doing drugs in Houston.
BY JIA TOLENTINO
he church I grew up in was so every weekend, baptizing your children to put me in first grade, even though
early every Saturday afternoon gating hate speech on campus, and since killing several Jewish people at a syna-
Robbie Mullen joined rallies where fascist banners proclaimed “Hitler Was Right.” It was thrilling to offend—and to be hated.
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that heroin abuse was common in his lim workers seemed to be allotted fa- the E.D.L. and the best-known figure
neighborhood, noting that one of his vorable hours during the holy month of on the British far right, have garnered
relatives was a recovering “smackhead.” Ramadan. Georgina told me that her millions of views online. Two members
On a recent walk through the complex, son had been brought up in a Labour- of a group called the Sonnenkrieg Di-
Mullen pointed out an alleyway where, supporting household where racism was vision recently pleaded guilty to encour-
as a child, he saw addicts “injecting into not tolerated. But Mullen increasingly aging terrorism; they had posted online
their groin.” Crime in the area was still saw the world in racialized terms. He messages calling for the murder of Prince
widespread. His cousin had recently and his mother stopped discussing pol- Harry. (The Prince was considered a race
been jailed for a botched armed rob- itics, because it led to confrontations. traitor for marrying Meghan Markle,
bery. “Drugs, guns, loan sharks,” Mul- Georgina remembers one argument in whose mother is African-American.)
len said. “I could get a gun in five min- which Mullen asked why there were so In 2015, Robbie Mullen thought about
utes, for two hundred quid.” many immigrants in England, given joining the National Front, but, as he
Mullen is bright, but his education that many native Britons lacked jobs. put it to me, its members all seemed to
was truncated, and in our conversations “I said, ‘Robbie, it’s just the way it is,’ ” be “big, bald, fat guys with a can of lager.”
he sometimes lacked the vocabulary to Georgina told me. “‘These people will Then he came across National Action’s
express complicated thoughts or feel- work harder and put up with what Web site. He was instantly attracted by
ings. He relied heavily on three adjec- they’re putting up with, whereas En- the fact that its members were young
tives: “weird,” “strange,” and “awkward.” glish lads won’t.’ ” people. (Anti-fascists had nicknamed
When I spoke to his mother, Georgina, Mullen began researching the far right the group National Acne.) National Ac-
who now works in customer service, she online. There have been white ethno- tion had sleek branding that was based
told me that, in elementary school, Mul- nationalists in Britain since at least the on the insignia of the Sturmabteilung,
len fell in with a tough group of boys, nineteen-twenties. In 1932, Oswald Mos- Hitler’s Brown Shirts, and the Web site
almost all of whom have now spent time ley founded the British Union of Fas- featured snappily edited videos. In one
in prison. At the age of eleven, Mullen cists, which aped the movements that clip, members are shown fighting one
began attending a well-regarded sec- had swept Germany and Italy. The Na- another in a mixed-martial-arts gym,
ondary school, but he was disruptive, tional Front, a whites-only organization, accompanied by the kind of portentous
and after two years he was placed in an- was formed in 1967, during a period when music featured in first-person-shooter
other local school. Despite his mother’s many nonwhite immigrants from Brit- video games. At the end of the clip, a
best efforts, he rarely attended class, and ain’s former colonies were arriving in the slogan pops up: “Join the White Gang.”
at fourteen he dropped out. Two years country. An offshoot, the British Na- National Action was founded, in
later, Mullen’s father died, of pancreatic tional Party, soon vied with the N.F. for 2013, by a twenty-four-year-old politics
cancer.They had been close, often watch- supporters. Both groups issued hateful graduate named Ben Raymond and a
ing Manchester United games together speeches and provoked street clashes, Welsh teen-ager named Alex Davies,
on television. Mullen grew even more and violent splinter movements such as who withdrew from Warwick Univer-
angry and sullen, and began spending Combat 18—“1” and “8” correspond to sity in 2014, when his far-right connec-
much of his time alone, playing video “A” and “H,” Adolf Hitler’s initials— tions were revealed. Raymond claimed
games in darkened rooms. posed a terror threat. to have been inspired, in part, by the
After he left school, he found part- In 2006, the B.N.P. shocked the U.K. turn-of-the-century French anti-Se-
time work installing satellite dishes on by winning more than thirty council mitic movement Action Française. Be-
rooftops. When the job brought him to fore launching National Action, he had
Blackburn and Bradford, cities where self-published a pseudo-intellectual
there are long-established South Asian magazine called Attack.
communities, he became fearful that In March, 2015, Mullen went to the
white Britain was being “taken over.” As nearby town of Wigan to check out a
he put it to me, “I didn’t want my town white-nationalist demonstration. A Na-
being like that.” In his late teens, Mul- tional Action member there gave him
len moved out of his family home, and the e-mail address of its organizer for
found low-paying work in local ware- northwest England, Christopher Lyth-
houses for Amazon and for Tesco, a gro- goe—a muscled martial-arts enthusiast,
cery chain. At both sites, employees had seats in local elections. But since then in his late twenties, who lived with his
to wear G.P.S. devices, so that they could its popularity has waned. Groups such parents. A few days later, Mullen sent
be tracked by superiors. Even bathroom as the English Defence League, which Lythgoe a message, and Lythgoe invited
breaks were timed. Mullen often worked are not interested in electoral success and him to the Friar Penketh.
the night shift, then slept all day. instead promote violent anti-Islamic Mullen was soon admitted to the
In the warehouses, Mullen encoun- views online and at street demonstra- group, and he found it galvanizing to
tered not only Asians but also Poles and tions, have attracted more attention. The talk to other people who believed in a
black Africans. It rankled him that most Internet has also made it easier for rac- “free white Britain.” More established
of his colleagues did not speak English ists to find one another. The speeches of N.A. members educated Mullen in what
as a first language, and that the Mus- Tommy Robinson, the former leader of seemed to him a sophisticated world
48 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019
view. Unlike other strains of anti-Sem-
itism that have been reawakened in
Britain, particularly in left-wing circles,
N.A.’s hatred of Jews was ostensibly un-
connected to the Israel-Palestine issue.
The group’s founders argued that a Jew-
ish cabal had improper access to wealth,
and that it was in the interest of this
self-serving coterie to weaken national
and racial borders. The patriot’s duty
was to fight back.
Aside from the pub meetings, most
communication among group members
took place in the digital realm. Even be-
fore N.A. was banned, members were en-
couraged to be mindful of operational
security: they rarely used one another’s
surnames, and in some cases didn’t know
what they were. Mullen went by North
West Robbie. Almost every member
created a pseudonymous e-mail han-
dle, such as jill_kews@tutanota.com
or adolfhipster@tutanota.com; Mul- “I bagged this one in a museum.”
len chose robbie@tutanota.com. In en-
crypted chats, which flowed in a tor-
rent, night and day, members discussed
• •
extreme subjects: rape fantasies, geno-
cidal ideology, niche porn. N.A. felt like a true brotherhood. “You believe you’re bers of National Action were ecstatic.
a place where these young men could going to change the world with them,” Within hours of the murder, one
say anything, without consequence. Mullen told me. “You’d die for them.” member had used an official National
The group had an equally obnoxious Action Twitter account to celebrate Cox’s
public dimension. Every few weeks, ullen rose quickly within National death, linking the assassination to the
a few dozen members put on black
outfits and ghoulish face masks, then
M Action, where he was viewed as
trustworthy and discreet. Lythgoe, the
forthcoming referendum on Britain’s
membership in the European Union.
gathered in the center of a northern city, organizer who had first invited Mullen One tweet read, “#VoteLeave, don’t let
making offensive speeches and march- to the Friar Penketh, supplanted Na- this man’s sacrifice go in vain. #JoCox
ing behind banners bearing such slo- tional Action’s college-educated found- would have filled Yorkshire with more
gans as “Hitler Was Right.” At Mullen’s ers to become the de-facto national leader. subhumans!” Another read, “Only 649
first event with National Action, a so- In April, 2016, Lythgoe made Mullen MPs to go!” After Mair declared, in court,
called White Man March, in Newcas- his deputy. Mullen was included in al- “Death to traitors, freedom for Britain,”
tle, in March of 2015, he watched one most all the group’s internal communi- National Action posted the phrase on
member, Matthew Hankinson, give a cations, and he knew its sources of fund- its Web site. Lythgoe sent an encrypted
speech about reclaiming Britain for white ing. He told me that he never saw less message to other members which urged
people while others gave Sieg heil salutes. than ten thousand pounds in the group’s them to be inspired by Mair’s attack.
Hankinson was good-looking, well spo- PayPal account, and that some dona- The message was stored on a phone that
ken, and middle-class. At the end of the tions were made by white-nationalist has since been seized by the police, but
speech, he shouted, “Blood must be shed! sympathizers in the United States. Mullen remembers its content: If this is
The blood of traitors!” Dozens of anti- On June 16, 2016, the day that Jo Cox what a loner like Mair can do, imagine
fascist protesters crashed the event, and was murdered, Mullen was working at what we could do.
scuffles later broke out. An Israeli flag a warehouse in Runcorn, for a multina- Mullen felt no joy about Cox’s death.
was burned, and the police arrested nine tional company. He was happier with He was convinced that nobody in the
fascists for a variety of offenses. this job: his boss was reasonable, his group had even known who Cox was
Mullen returned to Runcorn having hours flexible. Nobody at work knew before she was killed. Their celebration
experienced a jolt of adrenaline unlike that he was a neo-Nazi. Mullen remem- struck him as pure opportunism. But he
any he had felt before. He found it thrill- bers hearing about Cox’s death on the also experienced what he later realized
ing to be hated. He continued to have radio. None of his co-workers paid much was a moral pang. When he read reports
a few “normal” friends in Widnes, with attention to the news, and, as a result, about Cox’s murder, and learned that
whom he watched soccer or played video neither did Mullen. But when he looked she had been the mother of two young
games. But he saw National Action as at his phone he saw that other mem- children, he understood her to be just “a
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 49
normal person, doing her job.” She did erings confirms, beyond a reasonable the organization without suspicion. He
not deserve her fate. Misogyny coursed doubt, membership in “a proscribed ter- could not simply walk away; Lythgoe
through National Action. Mullen has rorist organization.” Some, but not all, had shared too much damning infor-
never had a girlfriend, but he is close to of the former members have been found mation with him. Mullen was tormented.
his sister and his mother, and he does guilty of the offense. His politics were still broadly anti-im-
not hate women. He told me recently Lythgoe predicted to Mullen and migrant—he remained worried about
that the group’s embrace of Thomas the others that a wave of Islamist ter- Asian gangs and the diminution of
Mair made him uneasy. “I thought, I’m ror attacks would soon hit Britain, and “white Britain.” Moreover, Matthew
connected to this person who’s tweet- said that “white jihadis” would have a Hankinson, the National Action mem-
ing it and celebrating it,” Mullen said. duty to strike back. They would wait ber who’d given the “Blood must be
Mullen did not betray any discom- for three Islamist atrocities before com- shed!” speech, had become his best friend.
fort with the group’s reaction to the mitting an atrocity of their own. No They sometimes went hiking together
murder, although he noted to Lythgoe specific target was mentioned, but Mul- to keep fit, and Mullen had cheered
that the social-media posts about Cox len felt that this was not idle talk: the Hankinson on when he boxed in an
were likely to land National Action in atmosphere in the group had darkened, amateur bout. At the fight, Mullen
trouble with the police. He was right: and the members had begun to take learned Hankinson’s surname: a rare in-
the Home Office cited the group’s tweets their physical training more seriously. timacy in National Action.
when announcing that it had been Someone in National Action, Mullen There was no chance that Mullen
banned. National Action was the first believed, would soon commit murder would talk to the police. In the work-
far-right organization to be outlawed in the group’s name. ing-class community where he was
since the Second World War. Mullen On March 22, 2017, Khalid Masood, brought up, the greatest crime was being
was worried about the proscription, and a fifty-two-year-old British Muslim, “a grass.” Struggling to find another op-
briefly stopped meeting with other deliberately drove a car into pedestri- tion, he remembered that HOPE Not
members, but Lythgoe revelled in the ans on Westminster Bridge, in London, Hate published frequent articles about
group’s notoriety. Shortly before the ban killing four people, before fatally stab- the far right, based on inside informa-
went into effect, he sent an e-mail to bing a policeman outside the Houses tion. Members of National Action read
his lieutenants: “The SUBSTANCE of of Parliament. Masood was shot dead these reports voraciously. Mullen de-
NA is the people, our talents, the bonds by a minister’s bodyguard eighty-two cided that he might be able to give the
between us, our ideas, our sustained seconds after the attack started. One of organization sufficient evidence to ex-
force of will. All of that will continue Lythgoe’s three inciting incidents had pose the post-ban activities of National
into the future. We’re just shedding one occurred. That evening, Mullen and Action. This might lead to arrests, or to
skin for another. All genuinely revolu- other N.A. members met at a gym in a a more comprehensive crackdown on
tionary movements in the past have warehouse in Warrington, which the the network. In any event, the disrup-
needed to exist partly underground. group used as its headquarters. Mem- tion would give Mullen a credible rea-
These are exciting times.” bers expressed anger and excitement. son to leave the group.
The young men who had been mem- Islamist attacks not only heightened the He agonized for a week before con-
bers of National Action continued to sense of an ongoing race war; they could tacting HOPE Not Hate. Adopting the
meet. Two recent criminal trials have also boost recruitment. pseudonym Lucas Harrison, he sent an
explored whether attending such gath- Mullen wanted to find a way to leave e-mail containing secret information
about National Action’s personnel and
its headquarters. Within hours, Mat-
thew Collins e-mailed back. When Mul-
len saw Collins’s name on the e-mail,
he knew that he had crossed a perma-
nent divide.
“Everyone in the right knows who
Matt is,” Mullen told me.
58 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 PHOTOGRAPH BY LORI NIX AND KATHLEEN GERBER
hey were drifting on her step- gious psychiatric clinic—exhibited a through a brawl at a recent party. They’ll
POP MUSIC
HARDCORE HISTORY
Rammstein’s heavy and cathartic camp.
BY AMANDA PETRUSICH
he nearly ten-minute video for many, before the Berlin Wall fell, and ematography recalls both “Game of
T Rammstein’s “Deutschland,” the
first single from the band’s untitled
the “Deutschland” video attempts to
deliver an accelerated and gory sum-
Thrones” and “The Cabinet of Dr.
Caligari.” What follows is a gnarly
seventh album, has been viewed more mation of German history. In 16 A.D., account of the past century in Ger-
than forty million times on YouTube Roman soldiers clashed with Germanic man politics, including the First World
since its release, in late March. Ramm- tribes east of the Rhine; the video be- War, the Weimar Republic, Marx,
stein formed in 1994, and its six-man gins with a band of Romans creeping Lenin, and the Holocaust. The video
lineup hasn’t changed since then. Its through the Teutoburg Forest, toward also contains brief nods to cosmonauts,
members came of age in East Ger- a pulsating beam of red light. The cin- the Hindenburg, and sausage (pulled,
The band is enjoying renewed success after the release of a single that condenses two thousand years of German history.
ILLUSTRATION BY HENNING WAGENBRETH THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 63
as it were, from a human abdomen). been particularly preoccupied with re- Rammstein uses an extraordinary
By condensing Germany’s history invention, but now the band is metab- amount of pyrotechnics in its stage
into a parade of horrors, Rammstein olizing its earliest influences in ways shows, and it is not unusual for Lin-
is lampooning the country’s delicate that veer even farther from the batter- demann to perform while most of his
and complex relationship with its own ing rage of nu metal. The new songs outfit is ablaze, his long arms swing-
past. This is what Rammstein does. It feel especially indebted to the Ger- ing like comets. Sometimes he and the
transforms hideous or troubling imag- man electronic duo Kraftwerk, who, guitarists Richard Kruspe and Paul
ery into cathartic camp. The clobber- beginning in the nineteen-seventies, Landers wear flamethrowing masks
ing drums and guitars of “Deutsch- wrote stylized, repetitive, experimen- and launch fireballs at one another;
land” suggest a kind of forced reck- tal pop songs that relied heavily on Lorenz might climb off a keyboard
oning: Let’s not look away from any synthesizers. (In 1997, Rammstein re- treadmill and take a flaming shower
of this. leased a cover of Kraftwerk’s “Das in a metal bathtub. If Lindemann puts
In the mid-nineties, the German Model”; Rammstein’s version retains on a giant pair of angel wings, trust
press devised a new genre of music the jaunty keyboard melody, but is that they, too, will soon burst into
just for Rammstein: Neue Deutsche harsher and more sinister.) “Radio,” flames. The show is chaotic, but it’s
Härte, or “new German hardness.” the second single from the new record, orchestrated with a staggering Ger-
The band combined elements of Kraut- is not a Kraftwerk cover, though at man precision. “You have to under-
rock, industrial music, heavy metal, times it feels as if it could be. Ramm- stand that ninety-nine per cent of the
and an almost Jacques Brel-like insis- stein’s sound is still heavy—occasion- people don’t understand the lyrics,
tence on drawing out and enunciat- ally, as on “Tattoo,” it makes you feel so you have to come up with some-
ing each lyric. Till Lindemann, Ramm- as though you were being flattened thing to keep the drama in the show,”
stein’s hulking front man, has a deep by an asphalt paver—but “Radio” is Kruspe has said.
and foreboding voice. He sings in Ger- Rammstein at its most harmonically It is easy to place Rammstein in a
man, usually about carnal pleasures or adventurous. Though Lindemann’s lyr- lineage of theatrical rock bands that
the sweet release of death. If you don’t ics are still mostly about sex, much of have incorporated elements of inde-
speak the language, the unfamiliarity the new album will be sonically pal- cency, horror, sadomasochism, or self-
and the gruffness give the music an atable to listeners who might normally mutilation into their live performances:
added bit of menace. I often don’t dismiss heavy metal as grotesque noise. Kiss, Alice Cooper, Ozzy Osbourne,
know precisely what Lindemann is These songs are as energizing as they Gwar, Marilyn Manson, Slipknot, In-
saying, but I can usually sense that it’s are titillating. sane Clown Posse. In 1969, Jim Mor-
not nice. rison was arrested for exposing him-
In 1997, the director David Lynch n 2010, Rammstein performed at self during a concert in Miami. In 1974,
used two Rammstein songs (“Ramm-
stein” and “Heirate Mich”) in his film
I Madison Square Garden, the band’s
first U.S. date in ten years. Tickets sold
while onstage in Los Angeles, Iggy
Pop slashed his chest with a knife. GG
“Lost Highway,” which, for a while, out within thirty minutes. The con- Allin has both produced and consumed
lent the band an arty and cerebral air. cert became fodder for a feature-length excrement while playing.
That year, the single “Du Hast,” from documentary, “Rammstein in Amer- For Rammstein, the concert expe-
the group’s second record, “Sehnsucht,” ika.” The film includes interviews with rience can feel more revelatory (and,
made it to No. 20 on the Billboard some of the group’s famous fans—in- occasionally, more artful) than its rec-
Mainstream Rock chart. Rammstein cluding Steven Tyler, of Aerosmith; ords, in part because watching the
was eventually swept up in the nu- Scott Ian, of Anthrax; Chad Smith, of band perform compels audiences to
metal craze of the late nineties, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers; Moby; both account for and laugh at the en-
in 1998 was invited to join the first and the actor Kiefer Sutherland—and tire notion of mortality. In an inter-
Family Values Tour, a metal and hip- shows how American authorities were view with John McCarty, for his book
hop revue created and curated by the not always so open-minded about “Splatter Movies,” the director David
band Korn. (That year’s lineup also Rammstein’s sense of decency. In 1999, Cronenberg talks about the existen-
included Orgy, Limp Bizkit, Ice Cube, in Worcester, Massachusetts, Linde- tial appeal of this sort of imagery, and
and, later, Incubus.) Rammstein’s par- mann and the keyboardist Flake Lo- how it can become a powerful sort of
ticipation in the tour made sense in renz were arrested for pretending to truthtelling: “They are films of con-
some ways, but a majority of the Fam- engage in sodomy onstage, while play- frontation. They aren’t films of escape.
ily Values acts indulged a hypermas- ing “Buck Dich.” (The title translates And what it is that the audience is
culine form of aggression, in which as “bend over.”) Afterward, Lindemann forced to confront are some very hard
fear or anxiety could simply be shouted shot streams of an opaque liquid out truths about the human condition,
down. Rammstein is still more likely of a plastic penis. which have to do, in my films partic-
to scoff at or ridicule macho postur- Toward the beginning of “Ramm- ularly, with the human body and the
ing. (It is very hard to imagine the stein in Amerika,” Marilyn Manson fact of aging and death and disease
members of Limp Bizkit simulating describes the first time he met Linde- and the loss of people close to you.”
anal sex onstage.) mann backstage: “We couldn’t even By turning existence into a specta-
Musically, Rammstein has never shake hands, because he was on fire.” cle—exaggerating it, rendering it in
64 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019
preposterous proportions—the band
manages, however counterintuitively,
to comfort us. BRIEFLY NOTED
ammstein is touring Europe and The Flight Portfolio, by Julie Orringer (Knopf ). This gripping,
R the U.K. this summer, and it has
been booked into the sorts of venues
tender novel fictionalizes the experiences of Varian Fry, an
American journalist who, in Vichy France in 1940, risked his
typically filled by artists like U2, Paul life by smuggling some of Europe’s imperilled artists, writers,
McCartney, Bruce Springsteen, and Me- and thinkers—including Marc Chagall and Hannah Arendt—
tallica. In Berlin, Rammstein will play to safety. Orringer has Fry alternately luxuriate in the thrill
the Olympiastadion, which can accom- of heroism and torture himself by wondering whether he’d
modate nearly seventy-five thousand “care less about saving human beings if those human beings
people. In Munich, the band will play couldn’t write a perfect novel or make an enduring painting.”
a comparably sized stadium on consec- His choices become even more fraught when a man he loved
utive nights; both shows are sold out. in college appears with a request that threatens his mission,
It’s worth noting that Rammstein throwing into conflict Fry’s long-buried desires and his re-
has established a huge and wildly ded- sponsibilities to history and to his wife, back in New York.
icated global fan base while eschewing
(or, perhaps more accurately, being es- Dawson’s Fall, by Roxana Robinson (Sarah Crichton Books). In-
chewed by) traditional media outlets terspersed with diary excerpts and news clips, this novel re-cre-
and most commercial radio stations. In ates events leading up to the murder, in 1889, of the author’s
an era in which the compression of fame great-grandfather Frank Dawson, the editor of the Charles-
feels acute, and only the acts at the very ton, South Carolina, News and Courier. The paper was an in-
top receive much attention, Rammstein fluential voice of moderation amid anti-Reconstruction dem-
has nonetheless thrived. As the music agoguery and widespread lynching, and the murder trial—of
industry continues to struggle with a man infatuated by the Dawson family’s Swiss nanny—was
effectively and fairly monetizing record- national news. Robinson conjures an era when the South was
ings, Rammstein—much like, say, a hair-trigger place, obsessed with lost privilege. American
Phish—has built an entire economy cotton had once been “king everywhere,” but, after the war,
around its live shows. the “great beautiful edifice” of its exports collapsed. As Rob-
Watching “Rammstein in Amerika,” inson notes, “It turned out that cotton wasn’t actually a pay-
I was surprised by how youthful the ing crop unless the labor was free.”
crowd at Madison Square Garden was.
In camera pans of the audience, I could Women’s War, by Stephanie McCurry (Harvard). In America,
see their sweet, teen-age faces curled the idea that “the woman cannot defend the state,” as an 1838
into snarls, locked in a kind of angry book asserted, was once so powerful that women were as-
rapture. Rammstein travels with a two- sumed to be civilians rather than combatants. But the Civil
million-watt sound system and four War upended the notion. McCurry, a feminist historian, traces
hundred speakers—“I used the earplugs, three narratives to argue that “there is no Civil War history
and it was still too loud, my body was without women in it.” Women waged grassroots campaigns
shaking,” Iggy Pop admits in the film— that informed the new concept of “Civilian as Enemy”—the
and this kind of scale makes the show trial of the Confederate spy Cara Judd altered martial law—
transformational on a physical level, too. and shaped the Union’s refugee policy and the terms of the
Something gets rearranged inside you. peace. McCurry scrutinizes legal archives compiled by men,
I have found that, if I listen to enough seeking glimpses of women they overlooked, whose voices
Rammstein at the right volume, I, too, enliven the book.
turn into a kind of overexcited, gnash-
ing maniac, reminiscent of Beavis in the Democracy and Truth, by Sophia Rosenfeld (Pennsylvania). Sur-
“Cornholio” episodes of MTV’s “Bea- veying the post-Enlightenment era, this incisive account shows
vis and Butt-head,” in which he con- that our concerns with “fake news” have a long history, and
sumes too much sugar, pulls his T-shirt that democracy and truth have often pulled in opposite di-
over his head, and demands toilet paper rections. Drawing mostly on the American experiment, Ros-
from strangers. It is possible to dis- enfeld analyzes political spin, the idealization of journalistic
appear into the squall, gleefully and objectivity, and the echo chambers within which news is ei-
completely. If we define fun as the un- ther believed or derided. She dives into such eclectic topics
knowing acceleration of time, then as Kant’s “Dare to know!” dictum, lie detectors, and oath-swear-
Rammstein’s particular brand of self- ing. Rosenfeld’s conclusion is sobering: even if the relation-
obliteration, in which time collapses en- ship between democracy and truth has long been vexed, the
tirely, is a guaranteed good time. crisis facing Western democracies today is distinctly new.
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 65
psychiatry for nearly a century and a half.
BOOKS In “Mind Fixers” (Norton), Anne Har-
rington, a history-of-science professor at
MEDICINE IN MIND
Harvard, follows “psychiatry’s troubled
search for the biology of mental illness,”
deftly tracing a progression of paradigms
Psychiatry’s fraught history. adopted by neurologists, psychiatrists,
and psychologists, as well as patients and
BY JEROME GROOPMAN their advocates.
Her narrative begins in the late nine-
teenth century, when researchers explored
the brain’s anatomy in an attempt to
identify the origins of mental disorders.
The studies ultimately proved fruitless,
and their failure produced a split in the
field. Some psychiatrists sought nonbi-
ological causes, including psychoanalytic
ones, for mental disorders. Others dou-
bled down on the biological approach
and, as she writes, “increasingly pursued
a hodgepodge of theories and projects,
many of which, in hindsight, look both
ill-considered and incautious.” The split
is still evident today.
The history that Harrington relays
is a series of pendulum swings. For much
of the book, touted breakthroughs dis-
appoint, discredited dogmas give rise
to counter-dogmas, treatments are in-
fluenced by the financial interests of the
pharmaceutical industry, and real harm
is done to patients and their loved ones.
One thing that becomes apparent is that,
when pathogenesis is absent, historical
events and cultural shifts have an out-
sized influence on prevailing views on
causes and treatments. By charting our
fluctuating beliefs about our own minds,
Harrington effectively tells a story about
odern medicine can be seen as a taught that peptic ulcers were often caused the twentieth century itself.
M quest to understand pathogenesis,
the biological cause of an illness. Once
by stress; treatments included bed rest
and a soothing diet rich in milk. Anyone n 1885, the Boston Medical and Surgi-
pathogenesis—the word comes from the
Greek pathos (suffering) and genesis (or-
who had suggested that ulcers were the
result of bacterial infection would have
I cal Journal noted, “The increase in the
number of the insane has been excep-
igin)—has been established by scientific been thought crazy. The prevailing view tionally rapid in the last decade.” Mental
experiment, accurate diagnoses can be was that no bacterium could thrive in the asylums built earlier in the century were
made, and targeted therapies developed. acidic environment of the stomach. But overflowing with patients. Harrington
In the early years of the AIDS epidemic, in 1982 two Australian researchers (who points out that the asylum may have “cre-
there were all kinds of theories about later won a Nobel Prize for their work) ated its own expanding clientele,” but it’s
what was causing it: toxicity from drug proposed that a bacterium called Helico- possible that insanity really was on the
use during sex, allergic reactions to semen, bacter pylori was crucial to the onset of rise, in part because of the rapid spread
and so on. Only after the discovery of the many peptic ulcers. Although the hy- of syphilis. What we now know to be a
human immunodeficiency virus helped pothesis was met with widespread scorn, late stage of the disease was at the time
lay such conjectures to rest did it become experimental evidence gradually became termed “general paralysis of the insane.”
possible to use specific blood tests for di- conclusive. Now ulcers are routinely Patients were afflicted by dementia and
agnosis and, eventually, to provide anti- healed with antibiotics. grandiose delusions and developed a wob-
viral drugs to improve immune defenses. But what can medicine do when bly gait. Toward the end of the century, as
Sometimes a disease’s pathogenesis is pathogenesis remains elusive? That’s a many as one in five people entering asy-
surprising. As a medical student, I was question that has bedevilled the field of lums had general paralysis of the insane.
66 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 ILLUSTRATION BY ANNA PARINI
Proof of a causal relationship between oped an interview method to bring them in the intestine, the mouth, or the sinuses
the condition and syphilis came in 1897, to consciousness, interpreted dreams, and could release toxins that impaired brain
and marked the first time, Harrington argued that nearly all neuroses arose from functions. Harrington writes of schizo-
writes, that “psychiatry had discovered a repressed “sexual impressions.” phrenia treatments that included “remov-
specific biological cause for a common Freud acknowledged the fact “that ing teeth, appendixes, ovaries, testes, co-
mental illness.” The discovery was made the case histories I write should read like lons, and more.”
by the neurologist Richard von Krafft- short stories and that, as one might say, The most notorious mid-century sur-
Ebing (today best known for “Psycho- they lack the serious stamp of science.” gical intervention was the lobotomy. Pi-
pathia Sexualis,” his study of sexual “per- He justified the approach by pointing oneered in the thirties, by Egas Moniz,
version”) and his assistant Josef Adolf to the inefficacy of other methods and whose work later won him the Nobel
Hirschl. They devised an experiment that asserting that there was “an intimate Prize, the treatment reached a grotesque
made use of a fact that was already known: connection between the story of the pa- apogee in America, with Walter Free-
syphilis could be contracted only once. tient’s sufferings and the symptoms of man’s popularization of the transor-
The pair took pus from the sores of syph- his illness.” Many neurologists, respond- bital lobotomy, which involved severing
ilitics and injected it into patients suffer- ing to the demand for confessional heal- connections near the prefrontal cortex
ing from general paralysis of the insane. ing, gave up on anatomy and adopted with an icepick-like instrument inserted
Then they watched to see if the test sub- psychotherapeutics. through the eye sockets. Freeman criss-
jects became infected. Any patient who Soon, however, the limits of this ap- crossed the country—a trip he called
did could be said with certainty not to proach, too, were exposed. During the Operation Icepick—proselytizing for
have had the disease before. As it turned First World War, men who returned from the technique in state mental hospitals.
out, though, none of the subjects became the trenches apparently uninjured dis- On the nonbiological, analytic side of
infected, leading the researchers to con- played physical symptoms associated the discipline, world events again proved
clude that the condition arose from pre- with hysteria. Clearly, they couldn’t all pivotal. The postwar period, dubbed “The
vious infection with syphilis. be manifesting neuroses caused by re- Age of Anxiety” by W. H. Auden, was
This apparent validation of the bio- pressed sexual fantasies. The English clouded by fears about the power of nu-
logical approach was influential. “If it physician Charles Myers coined the term clear weapons, the Cold War arms race,
could be done once,” Harrington writes, “shell shock,” proposing a physiological and the possibility that communist spies
“maybe it could be done again.” But the cause: damage to the nervous system were infiltrating society. In 1948, Presi-
work on syphilis proved to be some- from the shock waves of artillery explo- dent Harry Truman told the annual meet-
thing of a dead end. Neurologists of the sions. Yet that explanation wasn’t entirely ing of the American Psychiatric Associ-
time, knowing nothing of brain chem- satisfactory, either. Sufferers included sol- ation, “The greatest prerequisite for peace,
istry, were heavily focussed on what could diers who had not been in the trenches which is uppermost in the minds and
be observed at autopsy, but there were or exposed to bombing. hearts of all of us, must be sanity—san-
many mental illnesses that left no trace Harrington commends physicians ity in its broadest sense, which permits
in the solid tissue of the brain. Har- who charted a middle course. Adolf clear thinking on the part of all citizens.”
rington frames this outcome in the Car- Meyer, a Swiss-born physician who, in Accordingly, American neo-Freud-
tesian terms of a mind-body dualism: 1910, became the first director of the psy- ians substituted anxiety for sex as the un-
“Brain anatomists had failed so miser- chiatry clinic at the Johns Hopkins Hos- derlying cause of psychological maladies.
ably because they focused on the brain pital, advocated an approach he called, They replaced Freudian tropes with a
at the expense of the mind.” variously, “psychobiology” and “common focus on family dynamics, especially the
Meanwhile, two neurologists, Pierre sense” psychiatry—the gathering of data need for emotional security in early child-
Janet and Sigmund Freud, had been ex- without a guiding dogma. Meanwhile, hood. Mothers bore the brunt of this new
ploring a condition that affected both in Europe, Eugen Bleuler, credited with diagnostic scrutiny: overprotective moth-
mind and body and that left no detect- coining the term “schizophrenia,” took ers stunted their children’s maturation
able trace in brain tissue: hysteria. The a view somewhat similar to Meyer’s and and were, according to a leading Amer-
symptoms included wild swings of emo- incurred the wrath of Freud. In 1911, ican psychiatrist, “our gravest menace” in
tion, tremors, catatonia, and convulsions. Bleuler left the International Psychoan- the fight against communism; excessively
Both men had studied under Jean-Mar- alytical Association. “Saying ‘he who is permissive mothers produced children
tin Charcot, who believed that hysteria not with us is against us’ or ‘all or noth- who would become juvenile delinquents;
could arise from traumatic events as well ing’ is necessary for religious communi- a mother who smothered a son with affec-
as from physiological causes. Janet con- ties and useful for political parties,” he tion risked making him homosexual, while
tended that patients “split off ” memories wrote in his resignation letter. “All the the undemonstrative “refrigerator mother”
of traumatic events and manifested them same I find that it is harmful for science.” was blamed for what is now diagnosed
in an array of physical symptoms. He ad- as autism.
vocated hypnosis as a means of accessing s the century progressed, the schism In 1963, Betty Friedan’s “Feminine
these memories and discovering the causes
of a patient’s malady. Freud believed that
A between the biological camp and
the psychoanalytic camp widened. With
Mystique” denounced neo-Freudian
mother blamers. She wrote, “It was sud-
traumatic memories were repressed and advances in bacteriology, the biological denly discovered that the mother could
consigned to the unconscious. He devel- camp embraced the idea that microbes be blamed for almost everything. In every
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case history of a troubled child . . . could Manual of Mental Disorders, even as many One of the first drugs to target de-
be found a mother.” Her indictment was psychiatrists clearly held a different view. pression was Elavil, introduced in 1961,
later taken up by the San Francisco Red- Robert Spitzer, an eminent psychiatrist which boosted available levels of norepi-
stockings, a group of female psychother- and a key architect of the DSM, was put nephrine, a neurotransmitter related to
apists who distributed literature to their in charge of considering the issue, and adrenaline. Again there was a marketing
A.P.A. colleagues which declared, devised what has become a working cri- blitz. Harrington mentions “Symposium
“Mother is not public enemy number terion for mental illness: “For a behav- in Blues,” a promotional record featur-
one. Start looking for the real enemy.” ior to be termed a psychiatric disorder it ing Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong,
Feminism furnished just one of sev- had to be regularly accompanied by sub- and Artie Shaw. Released by RCA Vic-
eral sweeping attacks on psychiatry that jective distress and/or ‘some generalized tor, it was paid for by Merck and distrib-
saw the enterprise as a tool of social con- impairment in social effectiveness of func- uted to doctors. The liner notes included
trol. In 1961, three influential critiques tioning.’” Spitzer noted that plenty of claims about the benefits that patients
appeared. “Asylums,” by the sociologist homosexuals didn’t suffer distress (ex- would experience if the drug was pre-
Erving Goffman, compared mental hos- cept as a result of stigma and discrimi- scribed for them.
pitals to prisons and concentration camps, nation) and had no difficulty function- Focus shifted from norepinephrine
places where personal autonomy was ing socially. In December, 1973, the A.P.A. to the neurotransmitter serotonin, and,
stripped from “inmates.” Michel Fou- removed homosexuality from the DSM. in 1988, Prozac appeared, soon followed
cault’s history of psychiatry, “Madness by other selective serotonin reuptake in-
and Civilization,” cast the mentally ill as oday, around one in six Americans hibitors (SSRIs). Promotional material
an oppressed group and the medical es-
tablishment as a tool for suppressing re-
T takes a psychotropic drug of some
kind. The medication era stretches back
from GlaxoSmithKline couched the
benefits of its SSRI Paxil in cozy terms:
sistance. Finally, Thomas Szasz, in “The more than sixty years and is the most “Just as a cake recipe requires you to use
Myth of Mental Illness,” argued that psy- significant legacy of the biological ap- flour, sugar, and baking powder in the
chiatric diagnoses were too vague to meet proach to psychiatry. It has its roots in right amounts, your brain needs a fine
scientific medical standards and that it the thirties, when experiments on rodents chemical balance.”
was a mistake to label people as being suggested that paranoid behavior was Yet, despite the phenomenal success
ill when they were really, as he termed caused by high dopamine levels in the of Prozac, and of other SSRIs, no one
it, “disabled by living”—dealing with vi- brain. The idea that brain chemistry could has been able to produce definitive ex-
cissitudes that were a natural part of life. offer a pathogenesis for mental illness led perimental proof establishing neuro-
By the early seventies, such critiques researchers to hunt for chemical imbal- chemical imbalances as the pathogene-
had entered the mainstream. Activists ances, and for medications to treat them. sis of mental illness. Indeed, quite a lot
created the Insane Liberation Front, the In 1954, the F.D.A., for the first time, of evidence calls the assumption into
Mental Patients’ Liberation Project, and approved a drug as a treatment for a men- question. Clinical trials have stirred up
the Network Against Psychiatric As- tal disorder: the antipsychotic chlorprom- intense controversy about whether an-
sault. Psychiatry, they argued, labelled azine (marketed with the brand name tidepressants greatly outperform the pla-
people disturbed in order to deprive Thorazine). The pharmaceutical indus- cebo effect. And, while SSRIs do boost
them of freedom. try vigorously promoted it as a biological serotonin, it doesn’t appear that people
Challenges to the legitimacy of psy- solution to a chemical problem. One ad with depression have unusually low se-
chiatry forced the profession to exam- claimed that Thorazine “reduces or elimi- rotonin levels. What’s more, advances
ine the fundamental question of what nates the need for restraint and seclusion; in psychopharmacology have been in-
did and did not constitute mental illness. improves ward morale; speeds release of cremental at best; Harrington quotes
Homosexuality, for instance, had been hospitalized patients; reduces destruction the eminent psychiatrist Steven Hyman’s
considered a psychiatric disorder since of personal and hospital property.” By assessment that “no new drug targets or
the time of Krafft-Ebing. But, in 1972, 1964, some fifty million prescriptions had therapeutic mechanisms of real signifi-
the annual A.P.A. meeting featured a been filled. The income of its maker— cance have been developed for more
panel discussion titled “Psychiatry: Friend Smith, Kline & French—increased eight- than four decades.” This doesn’t mean
or Foe to Homosexuals?” One panelist, fold in a period of fifteen years. that the available psychiatric medication
disguised with a mask and a wig, and Next came sedatives. Approved in isn’t beneficial. But some drugs seem to
using a voice-distorting microphone, said, 1955, meprobamate (marketed as Mil- work well for some people and not oth-
“I am a homosexual. I am a psychiatrist. town and Equanil) was hailed as a “peace ers, and a patient who gets no benefit
I, like most of you in this room, am a pill” and an “emotional aspirin.” Within from one may do well on another. For
member of the A.P.A. and am proud to a year, it was the best-selling drug in a psychiatrist, writing a prescription re-
be a member.” He addressed the emo- America, and by the close of the fifties mains as much an art as a science.
tional suffering caused by social attitudes, one in every three prescriptions written Harrington’s book closes on a som-
and called for the embrace of “that lit- in the United States was for meprobamate. bre note. In America, the final decade
tle piece of humanity called homosexu- An alternative, Valium, introduced in of the twentieth century was declared
ality.” He received a standing ovation. 1963, became the most commonly pre- the Decade of the Brain. But, in 2010,
Homosexuality was still listed as a scribed drug in the country the next year the director of the National Institute of
disorder in the Diagnostic and Statistical and remained so until 1982. Mental Health reflected that the initia-
68 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019
tive hadn’t produced any marked in-
crease in rates of recovery from mental
illness. Harrington calls for an end to
triumphalist claims and urges a willing-
ness to acknowledge what we don’t know.
NOT WAVING
like an alien spaceship, the market ab
ducts appealing new talents and whisks
them far aloft of colloquy with their less
The Whitney Biennial in an age of anxiety. seductive contemporaries. Polarization
in the nation splits left from right. In
BY PETER SCHJELDAHL the congenitally liberal precincts of art,
it is more effectively vertical, between
up and down. Beyond that, there’s the
eternal futility of attempts to reconcile
ethical right and wrong with aesthetic
good and bad. These scales of value op
erate on different neural networks. In a
pinch, ambition rules—and you never
know when appearing in a Whitney Bi
ennial will alert the spaceship. It seems
notable that at a moment when the
Whitney is being fiercely criticized, and
has been picketed, for having on its board
a man whose businesses include the
manufacture of tear gas that has been
used against migrants at the Mexican
border, exactly one invited artist, Mi
chael Rakowitz, withdrew from the Bi
ennial in protest. That leaves troubled
conscience to register as nervous de
pression, as seen in fine but dispiriting
photographs of the American heartland
by Curran Hatleberg, and in Eddie Ar
royo’s wistful paintings of dilapidated
buildings that are imperilled by gen
trification in the Little Haiti neighbor
hood of Miami.
There’s a sense of inevitability about
the show, with the Whitney doing its job
of faithfully summarizing some preva
“ Young Man Wearing a Maternity Bust (from the Makonde),” by John Edmonds. lent trends in recent art. It follows on
the awkwardly zestful Biennial of 2017,
“ T echnology will surely drown us.
The individual is disappearing
irresponsible joy of aesthetic experience
is only fitfully one of them. Nearly all
which, having been assembled, by and
large, before the 2016 national election,
rapidly. We’ll eventually be nothing but the artists are technically adept in me seemed pointed toward a future that
numbered ants. The group thing grows.” diums that include photography, video, was abruptly kaput. I think of that as
So said Marcel Duchamp to an inter and performance, as well as painting and the Hillary Clinton Memorial Bien
viewer in 1966, as quoted in the cata sculpture, but most of the work, though nial. You can’t accuse the present one—
logue of the 2019 Whitney Biennial, by charming at times, is derivative in form, call it the PostTraumatic Stress Edi
COURTESY THE ARTIST AND COMPANY, NEW YORK
Adam Weinberg, the museum’s direc recycling modes that would not surprise tion of the eightysevenyearold ritual
tor. Weinberg has in mind the delete any artschool student of the past quar event—of lacking currency. Its mood
rious effects of social media, but Du ter century. Lucas Blalock’s photographic runs to petrified anxiety and halfhearted
champ’s bull’seye prophecy could do as images of normal interiors inhabited by defiance: artists, with their sensitive an
a capsule review of this Biennial. With surreal whatsits are suavely sensual, and tennae, having picked up the worst of
scarce exceptions, the mostly youthful studio photographs by John Edmonds the maddening static. Thus Kota Eza
artists gravitate to identity or otherwise suggest Robert Mapplethorpe’s tony wa’s vast projected animations of foot
communitarian politics—strikingly, they classicism translated into slang. ball players kneeling to the soundtrack
are not, for the most part, militant, as if Concerning art history, Edmonds of a dirgelike national anthem, or Carissa
they had resigned themselves to ineffec aside, the show feels amnesiac. It even Rodriguez’s slow video pans inside the
tiveness, but they appear entrenched. forgets the present, as regards styles and punishingly luxurious homes of ultrarich
The show is about many things, but the ideas that have been winning favor with collectors in New York and California.
70 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019
The cause of all the anguish is obvi- quin) by Diane Simpson, a veteran Chi-
ous: Trump. The predominant effect is cago artist. Their grace startles. Similarly
one of creative entropy, a defensive hud- elating is a blue wall that bears a fantas-
dling in political or coterie formations tic variety of both functional and deco-
that are pointedly indifferent when not rative store-bought metalwork by Maia
hostile to outsiders. Catalogue entries Ruth Lee. (Think of the Barnes Foun-
for some Native Americans in the show dation, in Philadelphia—whose founder,
term fellow-citizens who lack tribal blood Albert C. Barnes, interspersed the art
“settlers.” At the same time, the artists works on his walls with just such items—
are trapped in a cultural élite by their ed- absent only the Renoirs and Cézannes.)
ucation, employing sophisticated forms I was lucky to catch a rehearsal of a per-
that are inaccessible to the general pub- formance work by Brendan Fernandes
lic. If politics is about winning power that will take place at scheduled but in-
through persuasion, much of the art at frequent times: five ballet dancers in black
hand hardly qualifies as political. Instead, leotards strike varying poses on an ar-
it suggests the virulence of the classic rangement of skeletal frameworks in
American malaise: loneliness, the toxic black-painted wood. That was dreamy.
by-product of freedom which generates But visual splendor blunts, somewhat,
ad-hoc, fragile communities among peo- the polemical edge of the Native Amer-
ple who have escaped conventional back- ican Nicholas Galanin’s “White Noise,
grounds and who, after dreaming of cos- American Prayer Rug” (2018), a hanging
mopolis, wake up atomized. rug stitched with the image of a static-
My spirits revived on the museum’s filled TV screen. It’s gorgeous.
sixth-floor outdoor terrace, with a suite Weinberg and the curators Jane Pa-
of hilarious figure sculptures by Nicole netta and Rujeko Hockley bear down
Eisenman, who, at the venerable age of hard, in their catalogue essays—which
fifty-four, comes off as the show’s sole are printed, for some reason, in barely
Old Master. Eisenman, incidentally, readable, tiny light-gray type—on in-
blazed a trail, starting in the Biennial of vocations of historic crisis. Weinberg
1995, for the declaration of gender or writes, “How do artists continue to work
sexual orientation—lesbian, in her case— in the face of mass dislocation and mi-
as a negotiable theme in art. But her gration, racism and xenophobia, the cri-
solidarity is broadly bohemian, free for sis of neoliberal capitalism, the rise of
all. A bronze-and-plaster giant of inde- fascism, and the rapidly deteriorating
terminate sex, holding a stick over its environment?” I’d say probably as art-
shoulder from which empty tuna cans ists always have, by taking the world as
dangle, leads a parade of several chip- it is and competing for glory in service
per grotesques in many sizes, mediums, to some social authority, be it that of re-
and degrees of caricature and abstrac- ligion or connoisseurship, billionaires or
tion. One, on hands and knees, period- activist cohorts. The rhetorical challenge
ically emits the white mist of a fart (odor- is to adduce a unity—akin to herding
less, I promise). Eisenman specializes in cats—among a multitude of self-cen-
what might be called wholesome hys- tered interests and causes. Hockley’s
teria, cognizant of worldly and personal solution is global paranoia: “There is
disarray but refusing to be gloomy about nothing accidental about our height-
it. She is an individual in the vanishing ened states of fear, mistrust, and anxi-
sense meant by Duchamp when, in the ety. Unease is what we are meant to feel,
1966 interview, he said that “artists are what the stimuli we receive from our
New Yorker
the only people who have a chance to president, our media outlets, our twenty-
become citizens of the world, to make first-century world are meant to engen-
a good world to live in.” She stands out der.” Nobody here but us victims.
for insistently taking and generously im-
parting robust pleasures of eye and mind.
I came away from the show with a
thought not new to me, but freshly burn-
Cover Prints
The show’s other upbeat pieces tend ing: Trump is a cinch for reëlection.
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no apparent social concern, such as the headed, practical application hope is apt
beautiful, large sculptural constructions, to meet Paul Valéry’s great, cruel defi- Heidi Goennel, August 20, 1984
derived from details of dress design or nition of the emotion: “man’s mistrust
interior décor (peplum, jabot, lambre- of the clear foresight of his mind.”
THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 71
was not about surfaces but about how
THE THEATRE people’s lives can be mangled by their
belief in surfaces. There’s a moment in
HUNGRY HEARTS
“Curse” when a character says, after an
exchange about “enemy territory,”“We’re
all white, aren’t we?” It passes so quickly
Emotional malnourishment in Sam Shepard’s “Curse of the Starving Class.” that you might not hear it, but it’s there,
in a script that was first produced when
BY HILTON ALS Shepard was only thirty-three and the
theatre world was decades away from
being “woke.” That’s what I treasure
about Shepard: his matter-of-fact ob-
servations about where his characters
stand in the world—observations that
also tell us so much about the world
they inhabit.
Another risk in weak productions of
Shepard’s work is that directors will make
too little or too much of his surrealism.
When Kinney’s staging of “Curse” be-
gins, we hear snatches of rock and roll
as the lights come up on a large, dirty
kitchen whose door to the outside world
has been busted in. Soon, the music is
interrupted by a great rumble, and the
kitchen walls break in half. (The set de-
sign is by Julian Crouch.) Having the
set self-destruct is meant to indicate, of
course, that trouble is on the way, but
why make such an overdetermined move
when Shepard clearly reveals, in the en-
suing dialogue and action, how trou-
bling the story we’re entering is?
After the walls split, we see a young
man, Wesley (Gilles Geary), picking up
what’s left of the kitchen door. His
mother, Ella (Maggie Siff ), enters, won-
dering why her son is doing what he’s
doing—cleaning up after the guy who
broke the door down, otherwise known
very time I see a fair-to-middling ard’s writing, including the types of char- as Weston (David Warshofsky), Wes-
E production of a brilliant play by the
irreplaceable Sam Shepard, who died in
acters he returned to time and again:
disgruntled drunk dads, battling spouses
ley’s father and Ella’s spouse. We don’t
see Weston for a while, but he’s every-
2017, at the age of seventy-three, I leave and siblings, forsaken lovers. But treat- where in this run-down home, or ev-
the theatre with conflicted feelings. On ing Shepard’s stage paradigms superfi- erywhere that violence and destruction
the one hand, I want you to experience cially can lead to characterizations that have taken place, including in his son’s
the extraordinary power of Shepard’s miss the point of how his figures got to and his wife’s consciousness. Ella and
alternately disciplined and unwieldy lan- be heartbroken or angry in the first place. Wesley react differently to Weston’s
guage—language that pulsates with a For instance, sprinkling sand on abuse. While Ella takes steps to get
unique imagination—but, on the other, the stage to evoke Shepard’s edge-of- away by trying to sell the old home-
I don’t want you to see and hear what America Western locales—he grew up stead, through a lawyer named Taylor
Shepard brought to the American stage on an avocado farm in Duarte, Califor- (Andrew Rothenberg), Wesley can’t
in less than ideal circumstances. You nia, near Route 66—as is done in the imagine his life as anything other than
might get the wrong idea about what current revival of his 1977 play “Curse what it is: he moves and speaks as if be-
he was up to, what he worked so hard of the Starving Class” (at the Signature, witched by the awfulness; his existence
to say. Directors and actors tend to latch under the direction of Terry Kinney), is a Daddy-dominated dream.
onto the more obvious effects in Shep- does little to get at his genius, which Still, Ella and Wesley both convey
their hurt and their ambivalence toward
Maggie Siff, as the wife of an abusive man, in Shepard’s story of a broken family. Weston’s power over them. Ella has
72 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 ILLUSTRATION BY KEITH NEGLEY
called the police because Weston threat- two—with no door on the kitchen, is
ened to kill her, but she doesn’t leave he inside or outside, meaning does he
right away; Wesley is upset that his still have power over all that he sur-
mother has summoned outside forces veys?—before starting to complain about
to their home. “It’s humiliating to have how little his family can do without
the cops come,” he says, whining a lit- him. Then, looking in that bloody fridge,
tle. “Makes me feel like we’re someone he, like his children, finds nothing:
else. . . . Makes me feel lonely.” Ella’s “zero! absolutely zero! nada!
loneliness, or the incredible amount of goose eggs! we’ve done it again!
adrenaline she has to produce in order we’ve gone and left everything
to keep her body together—I’m not up to the old man again! all the
sure about her soul; she’s not that deep— upkeep! the maintenance!”
BEST
makes her hungry. In the fridge, she In a way, Weston plays his role as a
finds some bacon and bread and, as she father perfectly: what would the patri-
fries up the last of the family’s meat, archy be without chest thumping? And
Wesley thinks about himself and his although Warshofsky can’t quite con-
father and recalls a memory: trol what he’s doing, presumably be- STUFF
cause of a lack of direction—his cast-
I was lying there on my back. I could smell
the avocado blossoms. I could hear the coyotes. mates are under-directed, too, and they
I could hear stock cars squealing down the compensate for it by either underplay-
street. I could feel myself in my bed in my ing or overplaying their roles—if you
room in this house in this town in this state in scrape away the bombast, you can see
this country. I could feel this country close like what Shepard is getting at. Weston’s
it was part of my bones. I could feel the pres-
ence of all the people outside, at night, in the only way of being a father is to exercise
dark. Even sleeping people I could feel. Even his paternal privileges, which, in Shepard-
all the sleeping animals. Dogs. Peacocks. land, include wreaking havoc, fucking
Bulls. . . . I could feel the space around me like up your kids and your wife, and squan-
a big, black world. . . . Then I heard the Pack- dering the future; we learn by the sec-
ard coming up the hill. From a mile off I could
tell it was the Packard by the sound of the ond act that, in order to pay off loan
valves. The lifters have a sound like nothing sharks, Weston has already sold the
else. Then I could picture my Dad driving it. property, to a bar owner named Ellis
Shifting unconsciously. Downshifting into sec- (Esau Pritchett, who has a lot of strength
ond for the last pull up the hill. I could feel and appeal, though Kinney doesn’t tem-
the headlights closing in. . . . My heart was
per his performance, either). As a dad,
pounding. Just from my Dad coming back.
Weston is an amalgam of brute force
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AWKWARD AGES
from expectations. I was bracing my-
self for the girls to become party
beasts—like the boys of “Superbad”
“Booksmart” and “The Souvenir.” (2007), say, another tribute to pre-grad-
uation rites. The trouble is that to be a
BY ANTHONY LANE party beast you must first find your
party. Molly and Amy don’t even have
wo films, two female directors, them, it turns out, are also headed to top the right address, so they resort to track-
T and two relationships tested to the
hilt. Olivia Wilde’s “Booksmart” takes
colleges, and the third, a stoner with flow-
ing locks, is going straight to Google.
ing it down in (where else?) the school
library. Such is the wise and humbling
place now, in Los Angeles, in the final Molly is aghast. “You guys don’t even rule of “Booksmart”: try as you might
twenty-four hours of high school. Jo- care about school,” she says. Back comes to flee your regular self, you always end
anna Hogg’s “The Souvenir” is set in the reply: “No, we just don’t only care up bumping into it. The profanities that
the loftier reaches of London society, about school.” punctuate the film are exclamation
in the early nineteen-eighties. The first The lesson of this memorable mo- marks rather than darts of malice; drugs
movie is as headlong as the second is ment is that Wilde and her all-female are not snorted, smoked, or injected but
served on strawberries; and Amy gets
to make out, though not with the girl
whom she has craved all year. The fun-
niest loser is Jared (Skyler Gisondo), a
rich kid who longs to be a wild child.
Offering the girls a ride in his growl-
ing car, he puts on music to boost the
mood, except that it isn’t music. It’s
an audiobook of “Lean In,” by Sheryl
Sandberg. Pump it up, Jared!
Now and then, amid the frenzied quest
for fun, we are offered time-outs. Wilde
switches to stop-motion animation, for
reasons I won’t disclose, with Amy and
Molly morphing into dolls, and then
slows for a lyrical interlude below the
surface of a swimming pool, where Amy,
like a lonely mermaid, watches the other
swimmers sport and embrace. I haven’t
Beanie Feldstein and Kaitlyn Dever star in Olivia Wilde’s film. been so swept up in the aquatic since
“Leaving Las Vegas” (1995), in which
patient. What binds the two directors, squad of screenwriters—Susanna Fogel, Nicolas Cage, as an alcoholic, carried on
though, is how fanatically each is deter- Emily Halpern, Sarah Haskins, and drinking underwater, beer in hand. As
mined to let nothing—nothing witnessed, Katie Silberman—will not be satisfied for conclusions, “Booksmart” nods to
heard, or felt—escape her grasp. with the formulas that govern the high- “Dazed and Confused” (1993), still the
“Booksmart” is about Amy (Kaitlyn school movie. Tutored by decades of the apex of the high-school flick, for that
Dever) and her best friend, Molly (Beanie genre, we wait for the class goddess to blissed-out, morning-after feel. Not much
Feldstein). One is louder than the other, pal up with the slacker (as in “Say Any- is said, as the graduates bid farewell;
one is gay and one is straight, and they thing,” from 1987), or with the dweeb heads are still too fuzzy, hearts too full.
share pretty much everything, including (as in “I Love You, Beth Cooper,” from One last thought: Beanie Feldstein,
the useful revelation that a plush panda, 2009). But those mismatches, however endearingly semi-tough as Molly, hap-
in Amy’s bedroom, can be pressed into cute, reek of male self-congratulation, pens to be the younger sister of Jonah
service as a sex toy. Both girls have stud- whereas Wilde is unerringly focussed Hill, who was in “Superbad,” and I like
ied hard in school—so hard that they’ve on her heroines, and on their funda- to imagine the Feldstein household, at
missed out on the jinks, high and low, mental right to get things wrong. So breakfast time, around the turn of the
that are supposed to temper the toil. In stunned are they to realize that hedo- millennium. Picture the scene. Jonah,
the school bathroom, Molly confronts nists can be nerds, and vice versa, that aged sixteen, announces that, one day
three of her fellow-seniors, who have had only one option remains: with gradua- soon, he’s going to star in a film about
all the jinks, and reminds them that she tion slated for the next morning, Molly high school. Beanie, aged all of six, says
has earned a place at Yale. But two of and Amy have precisely one night in no, she’s going to star in a film about
76 THE NEW YORKER, MAY 27, 2019 ILLUSTRATION BY SON EUNKYOUNG
high school, with lots of rude words None of which is going to be easy, rich to upbraid or to beguile, that makes
in it, and it’ll be much better than his. since Julie has an apartment in Knights- Burke’s Anthony so unignorable.
“No, it won’t.” “Yes, it will.” The argu- bridge, not far from Harrods—“Good Here, to the best of our knowledge,
ment rages. Mrs. Feldstein is forced to old Harrods,” a friend says, when Julie is the deal. Anthony is the pedagogue,
step in: “Maybe you’re both right, O.K.? brings home fillet steak for dinner. At Julie the pupil; he is the corrupter, she
Both movies will be great, and that’s one point, we hear a boom nearby: the the prey. (Swinton Byrne delivers a poi-
that. Who wants eggs?” Harrods bomb, which was planted by gnant portrait of the Jamesian innocent,
the I.R.A., in 1983, and killed six people. at once hesitant and avid.) For a while,
he less you know about “The Sou- (Rosalind, over Sunday lunch, says of the though, they sleep together like brother
T venir” before you see it, the better.
Not because the story squirms with
Irish question, “It’s terribly complicated.”
There it is, the desire not to know. Can
and sister, dividing the bed between
them, and, over dinner, an inquiring
twists, or because there are villains to we blame her?) The period is lightly guest (Richard Ayoade)—peacockish
be unmasked, but simply because Jo- summoned up, partly through music— but astute, like Anthony Blanche in
anna Hogg’s film is all about knowing— hark to the Pretenders and the Specials— “Brideshead Revisited”—remarks, “I’m
about carnal knowledge, about the but also by the sight of a handwritten trying to work out where you two tes-
youthful urge to know more of life, and letter being slipped beneath Julie’s door. sellate here. How, what, why, when?” He
also, if that life grows bitter to the taste, Ah, the billet-doux! For centuries a main- also lets slip, in passing, a fact that both
about choosing not to know. As Henry stay of romantic pacts, it has all but van- clarifies the tale and turns it completely
James once pointed out, “We pay more ished from the practice of modern love. on its head. We reckon that we know
for some kinds of knowledge than those The letter is the first of many from these lovers, but we don’t. They may be
particular kinds are worth.” Indeed. Anthony (Tom Burke), who is older, a mystery to each other.
The heroine is Julie (Honor Swin- wiser, naughtier, and more Delphic than This is Hogg’s most disconcerting
ton Byrne), who hails from a politely Julie. He wears pin-striped suits and work to date. Like her previous movies,
prosperous family. The taxonomy of monogrammed velvet slippers, takes her such as “Unrelated” (2007), it proceeds
the British class system is as complex out to tea, buys her lingerie, and gently in lengthy takes, and the camera, more
as that of tree frogs or lichens, and I planes down her high ideals. “Don’t often than not, prefers to keep its dis-
would place Julie somewhere toward be worthy. Be arrogant. It’s much more tance, the better to observe her charac-
the lower end of the middle-upper-mid- sexy,” he says to Julie. “Do you find your- ters—the human animals—at play. Look
dle. Her mother, Rosalind—kind and self sexy?” she asks. “Yes, all the time,” at Anthony and Julie in her apartment,
calming, yet tugged by an undertow of he replies, taunting her, and adding, “It’s one in the kitchen and one in the lounge;
fretfulness—is played by Tilda Swin- hard for me to get through the day.” He the wall between them, filmed from the
ton, Swinton Byrne’s mother. The movie claims that he works for the Foreign side, bisects the couple as though we
begins with photographs of Sunder- Office, though I still can’t decide whether were watching a split screen. It’s a sorry
land, in the industrial Northeast, worlds I believe him. It’s a sumptuous perfor- sight, all the sorrier when you learn how
away from Julie’s world; like many folk mance from Burke, whom I’ve seen on closely, and in what depth of detail, “The
with an education and a conscience, TV playing the nefarious Dolokhov, in Souvenir” is modelled on Hogg’s own
she feels the shame of that gulf and the BBC’s “War and Peace,” and on- past. She has returned to the scene of
plans to bridge it, not least by apply- stage as the agonized pastor in Ibsen’s the time, creating and re-creating her
ing to film school. “I want to be really “Rosmersholm,” and who gives off an younger self. So much for Sunderland.
aware about what’s going on around aroma of loucheness as if it were expen- Go with what you know.
me,” she says to the admissions board. sive cologne. But he’s also solidly built,
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