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The New Yorker March 23, 2020


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Emily Nussbaum (“Skin in the Game,” p. 26) won the Pulitzer Prize for criticism in 2016. She is the author of “I Like to Watch: Arguing My Way Through the TV Revolution.” James Somers (“Cold War,” p. 19) is a writer and a programmer based in New York. Geoff Dyer (“Existential Inconvenience,” p. 17) most recently published “Broadsword Calling Danny Boy,” which is about the film “Where Eagles Dare.” Kate Folk (Fiction, p. 50) is a Wallace Stegner Fellow in fiction at Stanford University. Robert Pinsky (Poem, p. 32) edited the recent anthology “The Mind Has Cliffs of Fall.” His latest poetry collection is “At the Foundling Hospital.” Atul Gawande (Books, p. 59) is a surgeon, a public-health researcher, and the C.E.O. of the health-care venture Haven. His books include “Being Mortal” and “The Checklist…

the mail

SEEKING JUSTICE Reading Jennifer Gonnerman’s heartbreaking account of Eric Smokes and David Warren’s efforts to overturn their murder convictions brings to mind two concepts that I encounter often as an attorney working on wrongful convictions (“Burden of Proof,” March 2nd). As agents of the justice system, we must always “get proximate” to our cases—a phrase coined by Bryan Stevenson, of “Just Mercy” fame, to describe the conscious act of becoming close to people and their experiences. To understand why two men would relive the trauma of their wrongful convictions and decades in prison, one needs to understand what they went through. Unfortunately, prosecutors and judges rarely spend time in prison speaking to people who have been robbed of their freedom. Perhaps if they had with Smokes and Warren, they would not…

comment: presidents and pandemics

In late July, 2014, near Monrovia, Liberia, two Americans, Kent Brantly and Nancy Writebol, contracted Ebola. They had been working in a missionary hospital, trying to ameliorate an outbreak then racing across West Africa. The Obama Administration dispatched an air ambulance to carry them home, swathed in white protective gear, for treatment at Emory University Hospital, in Atlanta, and this touched off a media spectacle. The chyron story line was: Ebola comes to America. (Brantly and Writebol soon recovered.) Donald Trump, who was then less than a year away from announcing his run for the Presidency, weighed in on Twitter: “Stop the EBOLA patients from entering the U.S.… THE UNITED STATES HAS ENOUGH PROBLEMS!” He tweeted about the epidemic dozens of times during the next months, and called for a…

quarantines dept.: cooped up

As millions of people in the United States begin self-quarantining, in order to prevent the spread of the new coronavirus, China, the first country to shut down, is in the process of opening back up. In Xi’an, the capital of Shaanxi Province, more than ten million people were placed under lockdown. When restrictions were eased, earlier this month, the city’s divorce rate spiked. One official blamed it, in part, on the quarantine. “Many couples have been bound with each other at home for over a month, which evoked the underlying conflicts,” he told the Global Times, a Chinese staterun tabloid. Perhaps global pandemic and marital strife go together; in the 2011 film “Contagion,” Gwyneth Paltrow dies a horrible death from a virus after cheating on her dutiful husband, Matt Damon. Lawrence…

dept. of reboots: lemmings, again

Is there anything more hopeful and cheery than a group of young musical-comedy types gathered for the first rehearsal of a new show? No, there isn’t. But “hopeful” is also the word for investors trying to resurrect a once potent but now tarnished comedy brand, and these two forces collided recently in a downtown rehearsal space where a reboot of National Lampoon’s fabled 1973 musical revue, “Lemmings,” was getting on its feet, before a run at Joe’s Pub. It is fair to say that the National Lampoon transformed comedy in the nineteen-seventies—heady stuff for a magazine, even in print-friendlier days, although the movie “National Lampoon’s Animal House” helped, too. It is also fair to say that the Lampoon has since bankrupted its credibility by having attached its name to a string…

at the museums: technique

Ten days before the Metropolitan Museum of Art closed its doors to the public, owing to concern over Covid-19, it celebrated an opening, or really a reopening, of its British Galleries, after a renovation that took more than a year. The space consists of ten rooms, including three lavish interiors that were imported from England and reassembled here. In the past, these had been easy to miss as you made your way from the wonders of medieval Europe to the armor and the American Wing. Not long before the reopening, an artist named James Boyd was hanging around a broad stairway that had been transferred from Cassiobury, an estate in Hertfordshire. He was preparing to add some varnish to a wainscot. Throughout the renovation, he’d been working with the curators to…