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Margaret Talbot (“The Last Word,” p. 24) has been a staff writer since 2004. Her latest book, with David Talbot, is “By the Light of Burning Dreams: The Triumphs and Tragedies of the Second American Revolution.” J. J. Sempé (Cover), who died in August, created more than a hundred covers for the magazine. Jameson Fitzpatrick (Poem, p. 31) is the author of the poetry collection “Pricks in the Tapestry.” She teaches at New York University. Alex Ross (Musical Events, p. 64) has been The New Yorker’s music critic since 1996. His most recent book is “Wagnerism: Art and Politics in the Shadow of Music.” Katy Waldman (Books, p. 62) is a staff writer. Anthony Lane (The Current Cinema, p. 66), a film critic for the magazine since 1993, published a collection of his writings, “Nobody’s…

OVERHEATED Dhruv Khullar, in his excellent piece on India’s heat wave, discusses sweating as one of the body’s essential cooling mechanisms (“Fahrenheit 121,” August 1st). It’s interesting to note, too, what happens to this mechanism in extremely humid and hot conditions. The vaporization of one gram of water requires five hundred and forty calories, and that energy must come from the body. This is the miracle of sweating. But, if the air is already saturated with water, the sweat cannot evaporate, and thus it ceases to cool the body. Skin temperature, which is normally around ninety-four degrees, also plays a part in the equation. Objects warmer than that will radiate heat to the skin; at high temperatures, this means that the skin will be receiving heat from the environment by direct…

Goings On About Town: This Week

AUGUST 31 – SEPTEMBER 6, 2022 The American artist Nellie Mae Rowe (1900-82) was in her sixties—twice widowed, and retired from decades of domestic service—when she began to transform her Atlanta home into what she called her “playhouse,” filling it, inside and out, with her found-object assemblages, enchanting soft sculptures, and colorful drawings (including “Nellie in Her Garden,” from 1978-82, above). On Sept. 2, the exhibition “Really Free: The Radical Art of Nellie Mae Rowe” opens at the Brooklyn Museum. As ever, it’s advisable to check in advance to confirm engagements. MUSIC Al Foster Quintet JAZZ Perhaps the best way to appreciate the drummer Al Foster’s chameleon-like adaptability is to revisit his recordings with Miles Davis during Davis’s jazz-funk-fusion period, then bask in the bebop polish Foster bestowed on Sonny Rollins and the fuel he…

Goings On About Town: This Week

Tables for Two: Fried Chicken Three Ways

You can have your pâté and truffles, your caviar and Wagyu—but one thing I would pick over those (or in addition to those), anytime, is fried chicken. There are so many places to get so many styles of fried chicken in New York City that you could eat it somewhere different every day for a year and still have more to try. New spots keep popping up, each with its own proprietary spice blend, brining method, frying technique, delivery system. As of late, there’s a new Hawaiian fried chicken (at El Ta’Koy, in SoHo), a new Nashville-style hot (at Dave’s Hot Chicken, in midtown), and likely more. I’ll save those for another day and, meanwhile, drop these in the bucket. Rowdy Rooster (149 First Ave.)—from the warningly named Unapologetic Foods, a…

Tables for Two: Fried Chicken Three Ways

Comment: Nobel Gesture

In 1901, the Swedish Academy bestowed the first Nobel Prize in Literature on Sully Prudhomme, a French poet of modest distinction in his time and barely remembered in our own. At the award ceremony, in Stockholm, the Academy’s Permanent Secretary, Carl David af Wirsén, extolled Prudhomme’s “introvert nature,” which he judged “as sensitive as it is delicate.” Wirsén went on in this decorous manner, never revealing that the Academy, in its deliberations, had considered giving the prize to Leo Tolstoy or Émile Zola. Later reporting revealed that Tolstoy’s sixteen subsequent nominations may have failed for ideological reasons; the Academy apparently took issue with his “half-rationalistic, half-mystic spirit.” Any prize that is not purely objective—as, say, the gold medal for the hundred-metre dash is objective—is bound, at some point, to go to…

Comment: Nobel Gesture

There and Back Dept.: Manning Drops Bass

Chelsea Manning—the military leaker turned trans icon turned onetime Senate candidate—hadn’t publicly been behind a d.j. booth in fifteen years when, the other day, she decided to give her former hobby a fresh spin. She booked an appearance at a Brooklyn club, for a Friday night, and prepared by practicing her cueing. She combed through her library and assembled a new set. With a long, strange summer mostly gone, she reasoned, people needed music of remission and release. Or, as she put it when her night started, “The theme of this set is very much ‘The world is burning down, so let’s party while we can.’” She was sitting in a greenroom in the club Elsewhere, a small haven of youth and coolness within the larger haven of Bushwick. Feeling playful…

There and Back Dept.: Manning Drops Bass

On Wall Street: Re-Start

Jamie Fiore Higgins was flipping through racks of clothes at TJ Maxx on Wall Street the other day, looking for a bargain. “So, like, my mom’s a hunter,” she said, stopping to finger a tan faux-leather dress ($39.99). “And I feel like TJ Maxx is feast or famine. It’s either you get a ton of stuff or you can’t find a thing.” Fiore Higgins, who spent seventeen years at Goldman Sachs, rising through the hierarchy to become a managing director in 2012, never embraced Goldman’s money-driven culture. While many of her female colleagues carried Chanel bags and shopped at Barneys, Fiore Higgins bought most of her work clothes at discount chains and carried a pleather tote (though she later upgraded to a Coach outlet bag). “I’ll never forget when I first…

On Wall Street: Re-Start

Here to There Dept.: Train Man

“This phase of my life, I’m not interested in hanging out in a hammock,” Eddie Sporn said on a recent Friday evening, while eying the train tracks in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. Sporn, who is seventy-two and a former hedge-fund executive, was dressed in a matching T-shirt and cap, both bearing the words “Berkshire Flyer,” the name of the new Amtrak service between Manhattan and Pittsfield, for which he serves as an “ambassador,” meeting and greeting and generally extolling the virtues of Berkshire life, sometimes while dispensing doughnuts. “He’s, like, the schmooze master,” Sporn’s wife, Dee Dee Acquisto, said. “None of my friends in the city want me, because all I do is talk about trains,” Sporn said. As a boy, in the Bronx, Sporn used to pass his weekdays standing at the front…

Here to There Dept.: Train Man

Next!: Art Problems

The multidisciplinary artist Nayland Blake was once a child gazing in wonder at Alexander Calder’s “circus” in the lobby of the Whitney Museum. “Who’s the circus now?” Blake said the other day, some fifty years later, gesturing around a conference room across from the museum’s education center. Blake, bearish, Merlin-bearded, soft-spoken in the manner of a blacksmith teaching kindergartners, was preparing for a session in their performance se-ries, “Got an Art Problem?,” part of this year’s Whitney Biennial. In June, Blake threw a “Gender Discard Party” in the museum’s lobby, to which guests were invited to “bring your own baggage” and dance away the woes of classification, in view of the artist’s “Rear Entry,” a reproduction of the door to the Mineshaft, the former gay club in the meatpacking district. Blake…

Next!: Art Problems

Onward and Upward with the Arts: Mom Com

Not long after Amy Schumer won a Peabody Award for her sketch-comedy series, “Inside Amy Schumer,” in 2015, she appeared on the “Late Show with David Letterman.” She had been making “Inside Amy” for three seasons, and Letterman asked if she found that it was getting easier with time. “I find that I’m getting easier,” she said. “But the show …” She shook her head, her expression a mask of guilelessness. (As always with Schumer, the raciness of what she was suggesting was offset by the wholesomeness of her face. She “kind of looks Amish,” in her own description, “kind of Cabbage Patch-y up top.”) Letterman, who was set to retire soon, said that this would be their last time on air together, and asked her to do something she’d…

Onward and Upward with the Arts: Mom Com

Shouts & Murmurs: History Report

I interviewed my Great-Grandfather I Simon because he is the oldest person in my family who is still alive. He was born in a country called America, on Earth. He said he used to be a writer. I asked him if he wrote “Spider-Man” and he said no, he wrote other things that have all been lost. My Great-Grandfather was one of the only men to escape from Earth. The rest of the people who got seats on the Escape Pod were women and children. My Great-Grandfather says they let him on because “they needed one man to row the spaceship.” I’m not sure what he means, because there are no oars on a spaceship, but that is what My Great-Grandfather told me how scary it was when Earth became too hot…

Shouts & Murmurs: History Report

Profiles: The Last Word

Some baby boomers were permanently shaped by their participation in the countercultural protests and the antiwar activism of the nineteen-sixties and seventies. Others were shaped by their aversion to those movements. Justice Samuel Alito belongs to the latter category. For many years, he lacked the power to do much about that profound distaste, and in any case he had a reputation for keeping his head down. When President George W. Bush nominated Alito to the Supreme Court, in 2005, many journalists portrayed him as a conservative but not an ideologue. The Times noted that legal scholars characterized his jurisprudence as “cautious” and “respectful of precedent.” Self-described liberals who’d known him—as an undergraduate at Princeton, as a law student at Yale, or in some later professional capacity—sketched portraits of a quiet,…

Profiles: The Last Word

U.S. Journal Trouble Brewing

In April of last year, America’s largest beer company, Molson Coors, acquired a minority stake in a Wilmington, North Carolina, brewery called TRU Colors. The brewery, which was started in 2017, had yet to produce any commercially available beer. But it is what people in the corporate world call mission-driven: its stated aim is to reduce gang violence by employing members of rival gangs. The C.E.O. of Molson Coors, Gavin Hattersley, suggested that the company’s investment was connected to soul-searching prompted by the nationwide protests for racial justice in 2020. “This partnership represents an opportunity to not only invest in what we believe will be a successful business, but also in a brand with a strong social justice presence that will have an immeasurable positive impact on hundreds of lives,”…

U.S. Journal Trouble Brewing

Poem: Too Hot Can’t Stop

1. WON’T STOP What an unusual winter, to last till fall,such a bad water this year, so full of elementsand hardly any specials. I imagine the temperature had a hand in it,this new kind of hot we’re having, like the cloudspressed OFF on all the buttons and seeped themselves away asocially.Early retirement in dapplement—all the branchessigned off. Leaves left; they fell well before fall. The changing of the seasons went viraland now we have Sunter, Sprummer, Wing, and Wall. 2. CAN’T STOP TOO HOT One foot in flip-flop, the other snow boot.One hatchling learns to conserve energy (someone has to)detaching its wings, hitching a ride with a stressed-out vole. Flying’s not fuelefficient. A snake sheds its skin and crawlsinto the shell with a turtle. They make room. For my part, I imagine how a coyote re-eats itsplastic waste.…

Fiction: Café Loup

When I became a father, I began to worry not only that I would die and not be able to care for my daughter but that I would die in an embarrassing way, that my death would be an abiding embarrassment for Astra—that in some future world, assuming there is a future, she will be on a date with someone, hard as that is for me to imagine, and her date will ask, “What does your father do?,” and she will say, “He died when I was little,” and her date will respond, “I’m sorry,” hesitate, and then ask, in a bid for intimacy, how I died, and Astra will feel ashamed, will look down into her blue wine, there will be blue wine in the future, and say, “He…

Fiction: Café Loup

A Critic at Large: Don’t Be Like That

A newly minted university graduate heads home after a long absence, to the delight and trepidation of his widowed father, who waits for hours at the station. At last, the son arrives, handsome and grown-up. The father is thrilled. But the son has brought with him a friend, a tall, brusque, fierce-looking young man. This friend is clearly the senior one in the relationship, and the two have returned from the university with all sorts of notions. They are “nihilists,” they tell the father. Their creed is to subject everything to withering scrutiny and critique. Things soon grow tense at the father’s house. At dinner and tea, where they are joined by the father’s well-dressed, old-fashioned brother, heated arguments break out. To make matters worse, the father’s estate is not…

A Critic at Large: Don’t Be Like That

Books: Briefly Noted

Memoirs, by Robert Lowell (Farrar, Straus & Giroux). The highlight of this collection of autobiographical prose is an account, almost all of it previously unpublished, of Lowell’s early life, up to the age of thirteen. It was mostly written between 1954 and 1957, in an attempt to “get well,” and further newly published material recounts the backstory: Lowell was hospitalized after a manic episode precipitated by his mother’s death, an event that left him “tireless, madly sanguine, menaced and menacing.” The episodes are propelled less by the characters, who will be familiar to readers of “Life Studies,” than they are by the poet’s images and honesty. A schoolmaster is described as “shimmering in the sunlight and chilling us,” and Lowell writes that he hopes therapy will teach him “not to…

Books: Briefly Noted

Books: Pain Tolerance

Trelawny, the narrator of one of the linked stories in “If I Survive You” (Farrar, Straus & Giroux), a ravishing début by Jonathan Escoffery, introduces himself by explaining, “I hunt elderly people. I wrangle them, force them into stiff, scratchy chairs before interrogating them.” Trelawny works in Miami, in a federally subsidized senior-housing complex, where he gathers intel on residents that would justify raising their rent. The job is rewarding: free parking, good vending machines. The downsides include anonymous notes, “penciled in lowercase letters,” that invite him to die. As the action begins, Trelawny’s most elusive quarry is an energetic old-timer named Carlos, who may or may not be concealing the fact that he works at Walgreens. “I’ve always liked Carlos,” Trelawny says. “Let me just put that out there.”…

Books: Pain Tolerance

Musical Events: Chart-Topper

“Only the anachronism has a chance to outlast the epoch,” the Austrian author Franz Werfel wrote, in the early nineteen-forties. At a time of dizzying cultural change, Werfel saw a hidden advantage in the art work that lags behind, its gaze averted to the past. Like many good aphorisms, Werfel’s saying is a dubious assertion that points to a complex truth. Perceptions of aesthetic currency—what is modern, what is outmoded—grow blurry as time passes and priorities shift. Heroes of the vanguard lose lustre, background figures begin to shine. To be anachronistic is to be outside one’s time; it does not rule out belonging to the future. Sergei Rachmaninoff, the focus of this summer’s Bard Music Festival, at Bard College, in upstate New York, was almost universally considered a throwback during his…

Musical Events: Chart-Topper

The Current Cinema: What You Wish For

How you become a genie is anyone’s guess. Maybe you get a MacArthur Genie Grant or something. What matters is that, once you’re in the job, you’re there for life, although be warned: that life may not be as freewheeling as you’d like. The opening statement of Robin Williams’s genie, in “Aladdin” (1992), tells of a painful detention. “Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!” he cries, sprung at last from his lamp. Time is of the essence in George Miller’s new movie, “Three Thousand Years of Longing,” and the essence is kept in a bottle, which is found in a Turkish bazaar by Alithea (Tilda Swinton). Her name is derived from the Greek for “truth”—a quiet joke, given the tallness of the tales that she…

The Current Cinema: What You Wish For

Puzzles & Games Dept.: The Crossword

ACROSS 1 Wasn’t exactly honest5 Silly mistake9 True statement13 Beast of burden14 Animal with “screaming hairy” and “pink fairy” species16 Most international waters are part of one17 “Steel ___” (movie for which Julia Roberts earned her first Oscar nomination)18 Renaissance-fair entertainer20 Itinerary ruiners21 Epitome of busyness22 “Now we’re cooking with ___!”23 FX series starring Michaela Jaé Rodriguez and Dominique Jackson24 2022 No. 1 hit for Lizzo with the line “It’s bad-bitch o’clock, yeah, it’s thick-thirty”30 Horrible experience32 “… maybe more, maybe less”33 Number of “merry murderesses” who sing the “Cell Block Tango,” in “Chicago”34 Italian city that hosts a major fashion week35 Insect in a colony36 “No more fighting?”38 Glacier makeup39 “To hell with caution”41 Defendant in the 1925 “Monkey Trial”42 Catch off guard45 “Did I hear that right?”46 Wad under…

Puzzles & Games Dept.: The Crossword

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