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The New Yorker August 24, 2020

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contributors

Luke Mogelson (“Nothing to Lose but Your Mask,” p. 32) has been contributing to The New Yorker since 2013. He is the author of the short-story collection “These Heroic, Happy Dead.” Amia Srinivasan (A Critic at Large, p. 64) is the Chichele Professor of Social and Political Theory at the University of Oxford. Her book “The Right to Sex” will be published in 2021. Raffi Khatchadourian (“The Art of Return,” p. 46) has been a staff writer since 2008. Diane Mehta (Poem, p. 52) is the author of the poetry collection “Forest with Castanets.” She received a 2020 Spring Literature Grant from the Café Royal Cultural Foundation for her nonfiction writing. David Gilbert (Fiction, p. 56) most recently published the novel “& Sons.” Nicky Guerreiro (Shouts & Murmurs, p. 25) is a writer and an…

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the mail

A FLAWED REPORT Robert Mueller’s missteps, as Jeffrey Toobin chronicles, all arose from undue caution (“The Surrender,” July 6th & 13th). Mueller kept his investigation’s scope too limited, declined to subpoena President Trump, and shied away from claiming that Trump had obstructed justice. As a result, Toobin concludes that “his report was, ultimately, a surrender.” Yet he neglects to mention another failure of the report: the bloat that rendered it unreadable to the general public. Mueller’s four-hundred-and-forty-eight-page document was the victim of a repetitive structure and a frequent rehashing of facts. (I confess that I ended up skimming the behemoth.) Had Mueller followed my twelfth-grade English teacher’s advice to “prune your prose,” perhaps the evidence of Trump’s criminality would have reached more Americans—or at least the ones willing to consider it. Irene…

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goings on about town: this week

AUGUST 19 – 25, 2020 Nonessential travel from New York to Venice is off limits, but the Frick has a festive alternative. On Aug. 21, during its weekly online series “Cocktails with a Curator,” Xavier F. Salomon discusses a portrait of the Renaissance writer Pietro Aretino by the Venetian painter Tiziano Vecellio, a.k.a. Titian. Viewers are invited to mix a Titian-inspired version of a popular drink named for another Italian Old Master, Giovanni Bellini. A classic Bellini calls for prosecco and peach juice; use red grape juice instead and—cin cin!—it’s a Tiziano. DANCE Ballet Hispánico This stalwart New York company should be celebrating its fiftieth anniversary with a tour. Instead, it has been sharing nuggets from its repertory in periodic watch parties. This week’s edition, on Aug. 19, is devoted to “Batucada Fantástica,” a…

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tables for two: rockaways roundup

There is something surreal, almost hallucinatory, about the view of Manhattan as seen from the southernmost end of Flatbush Avenue when leaving the Rockaway Peninsula. A glimpse of the silvery skyline, just after you’ve crossed the Marine Parkway Bridge, inspires astonishment: How can that be mere miles from this? The Rockaways, as these blocks and beaches of Queens are known, make up a beach community so incongruous with the rest of the city that being there can feel like one of those dreams in which you find an extra room in your apartment. Even the name sounds like a fairy tale—which, of course, it’s not. It’s a phonetic corruption of a word from the language of the Lenape, an indigenous people decimated by European settlers in the seventeenth century. The peninsula…

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comment: just the ticket

Nowadays, the consensus seems to be that a Presidential contender’s running mate doesn’t matter in any direct, instrumental sense. In the endless rehashing of Hillary Clinton’s loss to Donald Trump, Tim Kaine plays barely a walk-on role. Vice-Presidential candidates can’t be counted on to deliver their own states or regions or to balance the ticket in any reliably strategic way. Two political scientists who have studied the issue, Christopher Devine and Kyle Kopko, write, “While most voters say that the choice of a running mate will be important in deciding their vote, few can recall a time when it actually has changed their vote.” But the scholars also conclude that the choice can produce a sort of halo effect. The selection of a running mate—sometimes called the first Presidential act—can influence…

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brave new world: face time

When lockdown came to Britain, Jeremy Burge did what any self-respecting tech-industry C.E.O. would do: he hunkered down in his fifty-three-foot-long boat, Dottie M, far from the virulent crowds of the big cities. But Burge wasn’t bobbing in the turquoise waters of the Caribbean. His safe haven was in the brownish-gray waters of Alvecote Marina, just outside Tamworth, a nondescript town in the English Midlands. He had little choice: the boat is his home, and it was already in berth. It’s narrower than a subway car. Burge is an unusual tech C.E.O. He has never raised money. He has no employees. His official title is Chief Emoji Officer. And his tech company is a reference Web site that he started in 2013, after he noticed a doughnut emoji on his iPhone…