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The New Yorker January 27, 2020

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2 min.

Ben Taub (“Indefensible,” p. 32) is a staff writer. Last year, his reporting on Iraq won a National Magazine Award and a George Polk Award. Maggie Smith (Poem, p. 37) is the author of, most recently, “Keep Moving: Notes on Loss, Creativity, and Change” and the poetry collection “Good Bones.” Raffi Khatchadourian (“Dream Worlds,” p. 18) has been a staff writer at The New Yorker since 2008. Mary South (Fiction, p. 50) is a contributing editor at the literary journal Noon. In March, she will publish “You Will Never Be Forgotten,” a collection of stories. Anthony Lane (The Current Cinema, p. 59), a film critic for the magazine since 1993, is the author of the collection “Nobody’s Perfect.” Luci Gutiérrez (Cover), an illustrator based in Barcelona, is the author of “English Is Not Easy” and,…

3 min.
the mail

FOLLOW THE MONEY As a person who had no wealth as a child but has been lucky enough to experience financial success later in life, I am proud of Abigail Disney and the Patriotic Millionaires for working to remedy the extreme imbalance of wealth and power in the United States (“Embarrassment of Riches,” January 6th). Taking such a step requires courage, and I find it disturbing when Disney’s efforts are met with scorn. She owes no debt except to her conscience, which, thankfully, is alive and well. Shaming the rich is not the answer—confronting the reality of economic inequality and becoming involved in making necessary changes to the system are what will save our country. Welcoming all citizens to participate in these efforts, especially those with the wealth and the power…

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goings on about town: this week

Film Forum’s “Black Women: Trailblazing African American Performers & Images, 1920-2001” (through Feb. 13) presents a wide range of movies that display the artistry of black actresses. The series offers films by black independent directors—such as Oscar Micheaux’s “Within Our Gates,” featuring Evelyn Preer, and Haile Gerima’s “Bush Mama,” starring Barbarao—and also films by white directors in the Hollywood studio system, such as Otto Preminger’s musical “Carmen Jones,” starring Dorothy Dandridge (above). ART “The Fullness of Color” Guggenheim Museum Color is an uncontainable force in this compact show of paintings from the nineteen-sixties (or thereabouts), mostly from the museum’s collection, curated by Megan Fontanella. Morris Louis’s deluge of poured pigment in the voluptuous, fanning stripes of “Saraband,” from 1959, has Helen Frankenthaler to thank for its simultaneously translucent and velvety effects: in 1953, Louis…

3 min.
tables for two: aquavit

Take care when eating the mini sausages at Aquavit, which are fermented for twenty-four hours, then cold-smoked, baked, seared to order, and served with a slightly fruity whole-grain mustard. Their tight, crisp skin, encasing a mixture of barley, spiced pork, and beef, is slick with delicious fat, and you might find, while reluctantly cutting the last of three in half—for equitable sharing with your dinner date, of course—that it slips from beneath your fork and bounces off your plate, as you both look on in abject horror. Which is all to say: take care to eat the mini sausages at Aquavit. Last summer, the thirty-two-year-old Swedish restaurant closed for renovations; it reopened in October. The dining room has been outfitted with midnight-blue banquettes and blond hardwood floors. The wall dividing it…

5 min.
comment: the trial

“This is a difficult time for our country,” Majority Leader Mitch McConnell said last Wednesday, after the clerk of the House of Representatives arrived in the Senate chamber carrying articles of impeachment against President Donald Trump. McConnell added, “But this is precisely the kind of time for which the Framers created the Senate.” That is true, even if his claim that the Senate would “rise above short-termism and factional fever” is risible. Some of McConnell’s Republican colleagues don’t seem to be thinking any longer-term than how many times Trump might tweet about them before their next primary. But this is the Senate we have at an extraordinarily wrenching juncture in our history, and on Thursday, following the direction of the Constitution, Chief Justice John Roberts swore in its members as…

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l.a. postcard: laugh man

The other day, after ninety minutes of solitary yoga on the floor of his home office, in Bel Air, Mark Sweet drove to Stage 20 on the Warner Bros. lot, in Burbank, to preside over the audience during a taping of the CBS sitcom “Mom.” Sweet, a sixty-eight-year-old magician and hypnotist who used to work as a professional Willy Wonka impersonator, wore a gray sweater, black jeans, and Gucci loafers. He carried a small black bag of magic tricks, as he does most Tuesdays and Fridays, when he keeps studio audiences “warm”—primed to laugh loudly at scripted jokes—between takes and reshoots. Sweet took a seat in the empty house to watch the dress rehearsal of the week’s episode. “If you actually distill the comedy, it’s about the laughs,” he said. “I’m…