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The New Yorker April 13, 2020

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Ariel Levy (“The Mission,” p. 50) is a staff writer. Her most recent book is the memoir “The Rules Do Not Apply.” Bill Buford (“Good Bread,” p. 26), a former fiction editor at The New Yorker, is the author of “Among the Thugs” and “Heat.” His latest book, “Dirt,” will be published in May. Edwidge Danticat (“Dispatches from a Pandemic,” p. 41) is the author of, most recently, “Everything Inside.” Moises Saman (Showcase, p. 19), a documentary photographer, won a Guggenheim Fellowship in 2015. His book “Discordia” is a visual account of the Arab Spring. Tessa Hadley (Fiction, p. 62) has contributed short stories to the magazine since 2002. Her most recent novel is “Late in the Day.” Gary Shteyngart (“Dispatches from a Pandemic,” p. 37) is the author of five books, including “Little Failure”…

the mail

A SWIM IN THE SEA Jill Lepore, in her chronicle of plague literature, reads Albert Camus’s 1947 novel, “The Plague,” as a parable (“Don’t Come Any Closer,” March 30th). The virus is Fascism, and the inevitable return of the disease is evidence of the failure of human sympathy. “Men will always become, again, rats,” Lepore writes. But when I read “The Plague” with my ninth- and tenth-grade students in the fall of 2017, we found that Camus’s text offered not just the darkness that Lepore cites but also a complex vision of resistance to it. My students, in their essays, all wanted to analyze the same scene: a moment in which Bernard Rieux, a doctor and the book’s narrator, escapes from the plague-ridden town with his partner in resistance, Jean Tarrou. They…

goings on about town: this week

APRIL 8 – 14, 2020 Like millions of people around the world, New Yorkers are staying at home. When they must go out—say, to walk the dog in Prospect Park (pictured)—the rule is social distancing. Fondly known as “Brooklyn’s back yard,” the park, which opened in 1867, was designed by Frederick Law Olmsted and Calvert Vaux, the duo behind Central Park. To enjoy Prospect Park from afar, watch Brooklyn’s own Danny Kaye on location there in the Academy Award-winning 1945 musical “Wonder Man” (streaming on the Criterion Channel). ART Romare Bearden From 1958 to 1962, this revered African-American painter put his vibrant representations of black culture and community on hold in order to experiment with geometric and geological surfaces. Among the magnetic highlights of the DC Moore gallery’s online selection of these abstractions are…

tables for two: chefs take to instagram

The other day, the chef Tom Colicchio, whose four restaurants in New York are currently closed, posted a short video on Instagram, demonstrating how he was using leftover roasted Brussels sprouts and carrots to make lunch. (Or was it breakfast? A fried egg was involved. The hours, and the meals, have begun to blur.) He started by drizzling some oil into a pan. “Does it matter what oil?” whispered the person behind the camera. “No. Right now, nothing matters!” Colicchio responded, chuckling. Emma Bengtsson, the executive chef of Aquavit, in east midtown, filmed herself preparing an easy meat sauce for pasta. She had ordered a tripod online, she said, but it would take two weeks to arrive; in the meantime, she was using a head of broccoli to prop up her…

comment: life at the epicenter

The streets of New York City are so desolate now that you half expect tumbleweed to blow along the pavement where cars and cabs once clustered. There is barely a plane in the sky. You hear the wheeze of an empty bus rounding a corner, the flutter of pigeons on a fire escape, the wail of an ambulance. The sirens are unnervingly frequent. But even on these sunny, early-spring days there are few people in sight. For weeks, as the distancing rules of the pandemic took hold, a gifted saxophone player who stakes his corner outside a dress shop on Broadway every morning was still there, playing “My Favorite Things” and “All the Things You Are.” Now he is gone, too. The spectacle of New York without New Yorkers is the…

in the e.r.: ramping up

For ten years, I’ve been an attending emergency-medicine physician at Brooklyn Methodist Hospital, in Park Slope. As E.R. doctors, we pride ourselves on being cool in a crisis. After years of practice and training, I have become desensitized to the blood, the urine, the feces, the vomit, and the screaming. It’s rare that I ever feel stress, despite all the crazy things I’ve seen. Things can get loud and out of control. If you demand silence, it completely changes the energy in the room. But this cool, it’s a learned behavior. There’s an adage from Samuel Shem’s novel of hospital life, “The House of God,” that your first procedure at a cardiac arrest is to check your own pulse. But now, in the time of pandemic, we may be finding…