The New Yorker July 12-19, 2021

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Jelani Cobb (“The Free State of George Floyd,” p. 30) teaches in the journalism program at Columbia University. Rebecca Curtis (“Satellites,” p. 64) is the author of “Twenty Grand: And Other Tales of Love and Money.” Anthony Veasna So (“Duplex,” p. 42), who died in December, wrote “After-parties,” a book of short stories, which is due out in August. Sharon Olds (Poem, p. 58) most recently published the poetry collection “Arias.” Her next book, “Balladz,” is forthcoming in 2022. Sterling HolyWhiteMountain (“The Buffalo Robe and the Radio,” p. 35) grew up on the Blackfeet Reservation, in Montana. A Jones Lecturer at Stanford University, he is working on a novel. Margaret Atwood (“Driving Lessons,” p. 41), a winner of the 2019 Booker Prize, for “The Testaments,” will publish a new essay collection, “Burning Questions,” next year. Sally…

the mail

HOME SCHOOL Casey Parks, in her article about Black families choosing to homeschool their children, describes how a student named Victoria learns about trigonometry using an explanatory video: “In a regular class, she would have pretended to understand. At home, she paused the video, rewound it, and flipped back through her notes” (“Going Home,” June 21st). This ability to press Pause is a key advantage of a style of education known as blended personalized learning. I teach seventh-grade science, and during the pandemic I began to create my own video explanations and independent assessments of classroom content. These materials freed me up to meet with small groups of students, allowing me to better focus on their individual learning needs. The hardest part is motivating my students not to give up on independent…

goings on about town: this week

JULY 7 – 20, 2021 Starting on July 14, Lincoln Center’s Hearst Plaza is the site of “You Are Here,” a sculpture-and-sound installation created by the choreographer Andrea Miller, with the sound artist Justin Hicks and the designer Mimi Lien, that incorporates the recorded voices of singers, musicians, ushers, and security guards. A group of dancers joins in, July 24-30, at 7 p.m., to form what Miller calls “a kind of Greek chorus,” moving around the space, through the water, through the trees. Tickets, free via Today Tix, are required. ART Carl D’Alvia In another life, this gifted American artist might have been a great comic. Even when a D’Alvia sculpture is monumental—as is the case with the towering painted-aluminum works in his current show at the Hesse Flatow gallery—it succeeds as a bit.…

tables for two: king mother and winona’s

When I last visited King Mother—a Ditmas Park wine bar and restaurant that opened in December, 2019—the word “killer” appeared more than once on the single-page wine list, along with phrases such as “primo celebration fuel,” “super luscious,” “dope ass,” and “adult juice box vibez.” The cynics among us shudder. But what can I say? The 2018 organic Muscadet I drank did have “all the oceanic, mineral, toasty, tart, yummy things” I wanted, and I have thought of it lovingly, and longingly, many times since. I’ve also been haunted by a glass I neglected to try, a 2020 Txakolina, from the Basque country, described as “simply the most refreshing white wine in the world.” I believe it! I’ll be back. If King Mother’s dope-ass vibes are a bit of an overcorrection…

comment: falling down

Sara Nir was in her ground-floor apartment in Champlain Towers South, in Surfside, Florida, at around 1 A.M. on June 24th when, as she told CNN, she heard loud knocking noises. She went outside to report them to a security guard, and, as they were talking, they saw a crater open up in a parking area and an adjacent pool deck, above an underground garage. She rushed back to her apartment, where her son and her daughter were, and told them, “Run as fast, as much as you can!” They made it out; many of their neighbors did not. A week later, eighteen bodies had been recovered. A hundred and forty-five people were still missing. Nir’s story is one of luck, split-second choices, and human drama. But accounts like hers are…

dept. of returns: no surrender

Away, free sidewalk bands and roving theatre troupes! Begone, Tik-Tok “Ratatouille”s! Broadway is back. A ticket was recently on offer for the opening night of “Springsteen on Broadway.” Face value: eight hundred and fifty dollars. A few minutes before the show, outside the St. James Theatre, Jordan Roth, the proprietor, explained that he’d beckoned Springsteen himself. “I called,” Roth said. “I said, ‘Only you can call us back to life.’ He knew instantaneously that that was true.” Roth, who has long, wavy hair, wore a white cropped coat over a frilly white shirt, with white pants, black platform boots, lots of rings, and a vintage handbag (“McQueen, McQueen, Rick Owens, Givenchy, and my grandmother”). “It means so much to everyone who will be in this building,” he said. “It means…