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James Wood Tackles David Foster Wallace (Figuratively)

Martin Schneider writes:
Last night I was lucky to see a unique literary event: New Yorker book critic James Wood speaking for an hour or so about David Foster Wallace’s second short story collection, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, at the 92nd Street Y.
An a Wallace enthusiast, I was a bit worried about where Wood would come down on BIWHM. Wood’s tastes can be a bit arid—at one point during the address, he cited Henry James as a model Wallace might have profited from emulating—and it was all too easy to imagine Wood not cottoning to Wallace’s verbal, stylistic, and formal excesses.
I need not have worried. Wood was generous in his praise of Wallace, albeit (quite properly) not unreservedly so.
I have seen Wood speak once before, at the 2008 New Yorker Festival, but it was on this occasion that he showed what a prudent, insightful, excellent critic he is. While never deviating from the basic stance of fulsome praise, Wood showed that he admired Wallace’s writings and appreciated his concerns and approach, while also pointing out some of the dead-ends that Wallace had constructed for himself.
Wood’s discourse started with an appreciation for Wallace’s “extraordinary ear for speech,” to demonstrate which he quoted several passages. At the very end Wood commented that Wallace, like Henry Green, understood the way in which people “invent” their own words as they speak. To which I’d add, the key to Wallace’s dialogue—as the title suggests, BWIHM has huge chunks of spoken discourse, which also creeps into the omniscient narrator’s patterns as well—is that he understood that even quite ordinary people speak in remarkably pretentious ways, which lead them to mix in (and mangle) hifalutin words like “environs” when they probably shouldn’t.
From there Wood moved to a discussion of a quintessentially Wallacean problem of “the helplessness of the self.” For Wood, Wallace constantly undercuts what ought to be “naive” gestures like a praise of generosity by pointing to the underlying selfishness of the act—and, importantly, each person’s awareness of the contradiction—a condition most thoughtful people suffer from. In his story “The Depressed Person,” we see all too vividly the tendency towards solipsism, a word that informs a great many of Wallace’s characters.
With reference to a brief, Xeroxed passage from Beckett, Wood demonstrated that Wallace has a knack for cannily eliding the meat of a subject, “withholding and repressing what we would actually want to know.” Several of the stories feature “ellipsis and occlusion” about key points.
At the same time, Wood (probably correctly) chided Wallace for an unwillingness to just leave it alone, to let the ambiguity remain. Wallace “tends to overplay his hand,” which tendency leads him to unveil narrative corkers in his stories’ finales that might better have gone merely suggested: “Beckett does not give you the key; Wallace spoils it by giving you the key.”
During the Q&A, there was an excellent question by an older gentleman that went something like, “Can you address the idea of meta-fiction, and meta-meta-fiction, and … how many metas one can tolerate without losing one’s mind?” Wood clearly found this very resonant, stating that one of Wallace’s key themes is indeed precisely that “one can’t escape all of those ‘metas,’ and one also can’t, unfortunately, lose one’s mind.” That is, we lose ourselves in the recursive mental spirals, in which consciousness tends to keep us mired.
I raised my hand too! Riffing off of the earlier questioner, I asked something like, “Wallace resorts to a lot of ‘tricks,’ like footnotes and brackets and so on. Do you ever find yourself wishing that there were an … alternate version of Wallace, who could display his great moral sense and feel for language and precision and character and narrative in a “cleaner” form, without all of the distractions?”
To my great satisfaction, Wood’s answer was terribly expansive and in some ways got to the heart of the conundrum of reading Wallace. He started by saying, “Yes…. I often think that Wallace is ‘performing,’ and sometimes I wish that he would ‘perform’ a bit less.” This was followed by a wonderful impression of a reader encountering a Wallace story, noticing the matchless prose of the opening passages and then flipping ahead to see how far Wallace was going to sustain the performance—and then becoming dismayed at its daunting length and complexity and, perhaps, tricksiness.
Wood then spun out a dichotomy in Wallace’s work, between the “performer” and the more straightforwardly “moral” writer, referring to Zadie Smith’s recent essay on Wallace (which Wood praised) that defended Wallace as precisely an uncomplicated sort of moral writer at root. Wood dismissed this view, citing some of the darker elements in these purportedly clean, positive, and “moral” resolutions, insisting that this tidy, “moral” version of Wallace misses his essence.
Wood felt that what forced Wallace into his great length (and tricks and repetitions and refractions) was his status “also as a great realist—too much of a realist, for my taste.” In other words, the desire to be accurate compelled Wallace to pursue the logic behind the thoughts to their logical conclusion. Wood mentioned a trope of Henry James, that it is the role of the artist to “draw a circle” around the story—in other words, it’s not necessary to replay the inescapability of the dynamic at such length: we could also get the same point in five pages. However, Wood added, even this excessive, mimetic urge within Wallace is an honorable and serious one in an artist.
Afterwards I had the pleasure of meeting well-known literary bloggers Ed Champion and Sarah Weinman for the first time. We gabbed about Wallace and Wood for a while until finally reaching the table behind which Wood had graciously agreed to sign some books. (Most everyone had fled by this time.) When Wood saw me, he eagerly took the opportunity to round out the train of thought my earlier question had sparked. It was a joy to see such a fine critical mind at work—occupied with an object worthy of his contemplation.

Beat That: James Wood Investigates David Foster Wallace at the 92nd St. Y

Martin Schneider writes:
There is a fantastic event coming up at the 92nd Street Y this month—New Yorker literary critic James Wood does a “First Read” of David Foster Wallace’s adventurous, uneven, maddening, delightful, never-boring short story collection Brief Interviews with Hideous Men. The event is on Monday, March 22, at 8:15pm, and has a hipster-friendly pricing policy: $19 admission, but only $10 for those 35 and younger (ID will be checked, people, so no funny business).
I had the great pleasure of seeing Wood speak at the 2008 New Yorker Festival, and his intelligence, gentleness, and patience were extraordinary. As a longtime fan of Wallace, I’m genuinely excited to hear what Wood has to say about BIWHM (and by no means do I expect it to be entirely positive).
The announcement of this event induced me to discover that, in case you have not seen it already (I have not) and are a Netflix subscriber, John Krasinski’s 2009 adaptation of the collection is currently available to be streamed on Netflix.
Expect a writeup of the event after it happens! And meanwhile, here’s a lengthy account of the enthralling 92nd St. Y event with Frank Rich and Jane Mayer from last spring.

Ben Greenman, Emily Flake at ‘How I Learned’: Sinning for Dummies

Jonathan Taylor writes:
The New Yorker‘s Ben Greenman is among those passing forward dubious knowledge tomorrow night at the “How I Learned” storytelling series at Happy Ending in Manhattan. This month’s lesson at the Berlitz of bad behavior, hosted by our confidante Blaise Kearsley, is “How I Learned to Lie, Cheat or Steal.” Cartoonist Emily Flake, whose work has appeared in the mag and was interviewed in the Cartoon Lounge, will also be presenting. Get there early; these free classes are known as an easy A.

Bluegrass and Cartoons: This Valentine’s Day in NYC!

Emily Gordon writes:
Every Steam Powered Hour I’ve been to has been more spectacular than the last. This Sunday, take your sweetie to (or your sweet self to) this, and your heart will soar, I guarantee it. You’ll also laugh and tap your feet a lot. Don’t think twice, just go!
From today’s show announcement:
Two days from now — A Special Valentine’s Day Matinee Show from the Steam Powered Hour. Music by Reckon So and The Sassy Jenkins (Cassandra Jenkins, Stephanie Coleman, and Kristin Andreassen from the beloved band Uncle Earl).
Comedy by Colbert writer Frank Lesser, and New Yorker cartoonists Liza Donnelly and Michael Maslin.
Don’t forget — this one’s a matinee.
Sunday, February 14th. 2:30 p.m.
The Nuyorican Poets Café
236 East 3rd Street between Ave B & C
Tickets are $15 at the door. Get ’em for $10 in advance at www.nuyorican.org.

“Addams Family” Musical: People Come to See ‘Em–They Really Are a Scream

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©Charles Addams/With permission of Tee and Charles Addams Foundation


Emily Gordon writes:
Our friend Ben Bass, who most recently reviewed some very cartoony characters at the Chicago Humanities Festival, reports that the new musical The Addams Family officially opened onstage tonight. The Chicagoans are an hour earlier, so naturally they got to see it first. Bass writes:

The Addams Family is a new musical starring two-time Tony winners Nathan Lane and Bebe Neuwirth, now running in an eight-week Chicago tryout en route to Broadway. Officially opens Wednesday but previews are underway. My Flavorpill preview is here. I also attended the show’s opening press conference last spring, where I got the skinny on Charles Addams and his macabre characters’ New Yorker magazine pedigree. Read about it here.

I recommend that you follow his links. They’re excellent and not a bit scary, and they are free of boiling oil, a surfeit of heir, grave-playing children, and manic moustaches. Here’s what Gothamist reported when the show was first announced. They link to a photo of the Addams family (lowercase f) house that likely inspired the artist’s spookatorium.
Meanwhile, this is a very funny Addams-related cartoon-creation story by our friend Carolita Johnson, a.k.a. Newyorkette. And I smiled when I happened on this little collection of contemporary cartoons, by Mark Parisi, full of playful twists on the positively ooky family.
Related on Emdashes: I reviewed the most recent Charles Addams biography; Ben critiqued the redesigned Cartoon Bank and wrote up the 2009 and 2008 and 2007 New Yorker Festivals.

Adrian Nicole LeBlanc Speaking at NYU on 11/12

A truly exciting bit of news from New York University about one of the most powerful works of journalism we know. From the press release:

Narrative Journalist Adrian Nicole LeBlanc to Speak at NYU, November 12th

Adrian Nicole LeBlanc, author of the best-selling book Random Family and a Visiting Scholar at NYU’s Arthur L. Carter Institute of Journalism will talk about narrative and immersion journalism, Random Family and her latest projects. LeBlanc will speak as part of Professor Mitch Stephens’ Foundations of Journalism course. The NYU community and media are welcome. The talk will be held on Thursday, November 12, from 11:00 – 12:15 p.m. at the NYU Stern School of Business, Schimmel Auditorium, Tisch Hall, UC-50, 40 West 4th Street (at Greene Street). Please note that no film or recording devices are allowed during the presentation.

A frequent contributor to The New York Times Magazine, LeBlanc has also published her work in The New Yorker, Esquire, and other magazines. She holds a B.A. in Sociology from Smith College, a Master of Philosophy and Modern Literature from Oxford University, and a Master of Studies in Law from Yale Law School.

LeBlanc has received numerous awards, including a Bunting fellowship from Radcliffe, a MacDowell Colony residency, and the Holtzbrinck Fellowship from the American Academy in Berlin. In 2006, she was named as a MacArthur Fellow. Random Family was her first book.

Media contact and RSVP: Joscelyn Jurich, jsj237@nyu.edu , 646.717.4828

A Report: Nixon, Oppenheimer, Faust, and John Adams at Yale

In October we were very pleased to present Jenny Blair’s account of Platon’s New Yorker Festival event. Today Blair has volunteered to bring us a detailed report of a fascinating lecture by the composer John Adams in New Haven, which occurred last week.—Martin Schneider
Jenny Blair writes:
The composer John Adams visited Yale University last week to give the prestigious Tanner Lectures on Human Values.* This writer attended the second of the two lectures, held at the Whitney Humanities Center on October 29. (In the first, the composer discussed Thomas Mann’s fictional composer in the novel Dr. Faustus.)
A fine-featured and slender man with arching sprouts of white hair and a gracious manner, Adams spoke to a near-capacity crowd about the way that myth informs his operas. Though he is famed in part for having dramatized Nixon’s visit to China and, more recently, for the 2005 opera Doctor Atomic, which dramatizes the hours before the first atomic bomb was detonated, Adams is annoyed when he hears himself referred to as a “political composer” or his operas called “docu-operas.” Such appellations would seem to miss the point, which is that he seeks out universal themes within the famous particular. Events in history, he said, can rise to a mythic level, and these myths are a proper hunting ground for his music. “The themes I choose,” he said, “are not simply mere news, but rather human events that have become mythology. . . . [They are] a symbolic expression of collective experience.”
“Biography, history, and science have come to constitute our own myths,” he said, naming as examples Gandhi, Babe Ruth, 9/11, and the moon landing. “Andy Warhol understood the grip that iconic images have on us, . . . [such as] Elvis with a six-shooter, the electric chair, Marilyn Monroe.”
An indispensable element of myth is the supernatural, Adams said, and there is something about the media’s incessant repetition and manipulation of images and events that supernaturalizes those events. “When they saturate public consciousness, they become totemic. . . . [Some] rise to the status of myth.” Whether we know it or not, he said, we of the electronic age are saturated in myth.
9/11 is a classic case in point. Even with the same number of deaths, he said, “had it been a one-story warehouse somewhere in New Jersey, I don’t think that totemic power would have invaded public consciousness.” The endlessly replayed video clip of the Twin Towers’ collapse, he said, was a ritualistic reenactment.
It was Peter Sellars, director of the first, highly acclaimed production of Doctor Atomic, who suggested that Adams write an opera about Nixon’s iconic visit to China. At the time, Adams had been composing music about Carl Jung, and had even made a pilgrimage to the psychiatrist’s home in Switzerland. But he recognized the story of Nixon’s trip as “full to the brim with myths.” Capitalist meets Communist. Presidential vanitas. The narratives and personae created by people in power—this story had it all. “Both Mao and Nixon had made themselves into grandiose cartoons.”
Adams read aloud a portion of Alice Goodman’s Nixon in China libretto, in which Nixon is speaking. (One suspects he held back a rip-roaring mimicry.) Then he parsed it like a poem, noting references to 1930s ballads, Chekhov, and Apollo 11. A recording of the same passage as sung by original cast member James Maddalena was then played, and Adams, as he listened, made muted conductor-like waves of his bowed head.
To critics who charge that subjects like the atomic bomb or terrorism (a subject he treated in The Death of Klinghoffer, his 1991 opera based on the hijacking of the Achille Lauro) are events too serious to be appropriate for theater, Adams replies that such things are the stuff of myth. Moreover, terrorism, with its suicide bombers and innocent victims, is already a kind of theater. And as for Trinity, “there is no more emphatic image to [sum up] the human predicament than the atomic bomb. . . . That day, science and human invention sprang instantaneously to mythic levels.” Initially, Adams said, he had wanted to draw a parallel between J. Robert Oppenheimer and the soul-selling Faust of Goethe’s drama. But he eventually came to decide that inaction during the war would have required complete pacifism and an acceptance of “a long dark night of the soul,” whereas the Los Alamos scientists were devoted to winning a war against tyranny.
Yet once they built the bomb, said Adams, “the relationship between the human species and the planet irrevocably changed. It was a seismic event in human consciousness. . . . [Humankind now had the ability] to destroy its own nest.” Indeed, the physicist Edward Teller, in a letter Adams read aloud, wrote, “I have no hope of clearing my conscience. . . . No amount of fiddling . . . will save our souls.”
The libretto of Doctor Atomic was greeted by a torrent of criticism in the press for its unusual use of both natural language (as lifted from primary sources, like letters and biographies) and poetry, as well as a perceived lack of “verismo” in some of the arias. But Adams pointed out that not all operas are like Strauss or Wagner. The arias of Monteverdi and Mozart were written purely for poetic effect and stepped out of narrative time—as did Adams’s.
The composer ended his lecture with a few words about the first act’s final aria and a video of its performance by “my wonderful, wonderful” baritone, Gerald Finley. This aria takes place the night before the Trinity test, after an electrical storm has threatened the test. The music before this had flirted with atonality, Adams said, but the aria itself is in D minor, which conveys the “noble gravitas” of the poem. The storm blows over at last, and Oppenheimer is left alone with his thoughts. He sings a lightly adapted Donne sonnet, “Batter my heart, three-person’d God.” The choice of this poem reinforces Adams’s decision not to compare Oppenheimer to Faust, for in it the narrator longs to reunite with God:

Batter my heart, three person’d God; For you
As yet but knock, breathe, knock, breathe, knock, breathe
Shine, and seek to mend;
Batter my heart, three person’d God;
That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, break, blow, break, blow
burn and make me new.

I, like an usurpt town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue,
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov’d fain,
But am betroth’d unto your enemy,
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

After thunderous applause—the kind that tempts you to stand up and start an ovation—audience members stepped up to the microphones to ask questions. Highlights, lightly paraphrased:
Q: “Please give me water—my child is thirsty” were spoken as the last words of the opera. Why?
A: I realized I needed to hear the other side. Those words came from John Hersey’s Hiroshima. The woman who did the recording was a California university student, Japanese, and had a lot of piercings and tattoos.
Q: There are things in your opera that are fictional. For example, Kitty Oppenheimer is portrayed as the embodiment of the feminine principle, but Kitty was not like that at all. She was not a good mother; she left Oppenheimer; she ferociously wanted the project to succeed.
A: The real Nixon is to the operatic Nixon as the real Julius Caesar was to Shakespeare’s version. We’re working in the poetic realm. Moreover, I don’t agree with you about Kitty Oppenheimer. According to American Prometheus [Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin’s biography of Robert Oppenheimer], she was incredibly unhappy at Los Alamos. She was a scientist relegated to faculty-wife status. Anyway, I don’t see why a person who has character flaws can’t have profound human and moral feelings about war.
Q: The Kitty material is presented too densely for my taste.
A: I, too, have some difficulties with Muriel Rukeyser [the poet whose words appeared in the libretto during Kitty’s parts]. Poetry is unknowable—each of us brings to it our own personal experience. As for density, check out Othello. Works of art can be dense. It could be that over time people find that density to be something they can really chew on.
Q: Why did you repeat text in the sonnet? It’s not a sonnet anymore.
A: Your ear is tuned to prosody, mine to harmonic necessity. Even the Beatles say “She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.” The “yeah, yeah, yeah” there is to confirm the phrase. What I don’t like to do is melisma. It’s a great tradition in opera; it just doesn’t suit me as an American.
Q: Is there any subject you feel is prohibited in opera? What student idea would make you feel compelled to say, “This wouldn’t work”? What would you feel profoundly uncomfortable treating operatically?
A: If I say nothing, I’m immoral. If I say something, then I’m stuck. Next question!
Q: What are your bulwarks?
A: Sterility is the greatest danger. The theme of Mann’s novel Doctor Faustus is sterility. Popular culture is a bulwark against that sterility. Rap. Stravinsky’s imagined primitive dance forms. Bartok’s hummus of Hungarian sounds. . . . There is raw, uncooked life force in popular culture.
* [There doesn’t have to be a connection to The New Yorker for us to run a report of this quality, but for those who crave one, Adams wrote of his early days as a composer in avant-garde Berkeley and San Francisco for the August 28, 2008, issue, and Doctor Atomic was reviewed by Alex Ross on October 27, 2008. —MCS]

New Yorker Festival: Simon Schama

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_Pollux writes_:
The ever-present electric blue _New Yorker_ festival banner greeted me as I filed into Florence Gould Hall at four o’clock in the afternoon last Saturday.
I sat in the back. Simon Schama soon strolled out: he was confident and witty, and constantly took swigs from his bottle of water.
The stage lit up with Drew Friedman’s “cover”:http://emdashes.com/2009/01/sempe-fi-valley-forged.php for the January 26, 2009 issue of _The New Yorker_. It’s called “The First,” and depicts Barack Obama as George Washington.
It was an appropriate backdrop, for Schama’s lecture was on “Obama and History.”
Schama argued, convincingly, that Obama is quite conscious of his place in history and his ability to make history through speeches alone. Obama’s critics have attacked the president for empty speechifying, and during the primaries Hillary Clinton had accused Obama of spinning gossamer webs of rhetoric that lacked substance.
But Schama said that Obama’s words can be considered “performative speech-acts” –that is to say, vocalizations that generate new historical epochs through the sheer force of the words themselves.
A prime example: Obama’s “They said this day would never come” speech on Iowa caucus night in January 2008.
Obama’s speeches aren’t merely ornamentation, Schama said, and the president’s winning of the Nobel Peace Prize recognizes the performative power of the president’s words to bring about change.
Teddy Roosevelt, enthusiastic leader of the Rough Riders during the Spanish-American War, won it too. So did Winston Churchill -but the British Prime Minister won it for Literature.
Schama said that the president is compulsively self-conscious about history, and that the president channels his “inner Cicero” as he tries to make real change possible.
Time is of course divided into arbitrary capsules, and human beings are usually not conscious of entering a new era. For example, people in the Middle Ages were not aware that they were medieval people living in an intermediary “middle era.”
Self-consciousness about entering into new historical eras can be bizarre and laughable. Schama quoted an example from an old film in which a medieval figure stands on a balcony and says, “Gentlemen! The Renaissance is here!”
How does Obama’s election fit into the larger scope American history? Obama’s election turns Declaration of Independence, up until now a list of fictions, Schama said, into reality. We are privy to a genuine moment of history, Schama said, and the original sins of the Founding Fathers regarding slavery and rights for all men can now be exorcised with Obama’s election. The Constitution is restored.
Schama said that sober-realism and being a “wet-blanketeer” is considered an “un-American” quality, and Obama has to tread a fine line between Jimmy Carter’s “Calvinist prophetic gloom” and Ronald Reagan’s silly triumphalism.
Obama’s bet during that election, one that panned out, was that the majority of Americans were fed up with the affably inarticulate George W. Bush. Bush’s “pseudo-folkloric wisdom” was no longer cute or charming in light of Katrina (“Brownie, you’re doing a heck of a job”), and Bush’s visceral bombast and repetition of beloved certitudes were no longer effective. American anti-intellectualism only goes so far.
The 2008 election was a referendum on character. Schama said that the election involved choosing the best “CEO of the sinking enterprise of the USA.” Obama’s calm composure and “summer of silence” won out over McCain’s rants and erratic sputters.
Now that history-conscious Obama is president, the president is aware that the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq are as much wars of words as conflicts involving guns and planes, Schama said.
Schama also pointed to the dilemma that has plagued the United States from its founding. How do we avoid foreign entanglements, as Washington had hoped, and avoid becoming just another power-hungry empire?
But Jefferson and Washington knew that we would not be able to avoid conflict when the world is full of enemies of democracy. Obama moves, Schama said, with a tragic self-awareness through history.
The time for change is now. Simon Schama’s lecture on October 17 was an enlightening look at Obama as a history-maker and at time and history itself.

Best Book of All Time to be Discussed at Columbia

Jonathan Taylor writes:
Next Wednesday, October 28, the Center for Fiction is sponsoring a discussion of Proust’s À la recherche du temps perdu in English, at Columbia’s Maison Française, with Antoine Compagnon and The New Yorker‘s Adam Gopnik. (Full details below the jump—seating is limited, so RSVP to join this “little clan.”)
Warm up with a little combative reading on the newest translation into English, including Swann’s Way rendered by Lydia Davis, whose collected stories were discussed by James Wood in last week’s New Yorker.
I thought The New Yorker had carried a review of the Penguin translations, but I can’t find such a thing. It did do a Briefly Noted of a cunning book about the liberal use of English in the original. And Gopnik once wrote, in the abstract’s words, a “Comment about the similarities between Proust’s house in Illiers, and writer’s co-op on Broome Street.”
In other Proust news, a new Reader’s Guide to The Remembrance of Things Past, by Patrick Alexander, is recently out from Random House.
Marcel Proust: A Conversation
Antoine Compagnon and Adam Gopnik discuss
Á la recherche du temps perdu (In Search of Lost Time) In English
Wednesday, October 28th at 7pm
The Maison Francaise of Columbia University
East Gallery in Buell Hall (campus entrance at 116th and Broadway)
This event is cosponsored by The Proust Society of America, a program of The Center for Fiction; Maison Française at Columbia University; and The French-American Foundation.
Antoine Compagnon is the Blanche W. Knopf Professor of French and Comparative Literature at Columbia University. On Proust, after editing Du côté de chez Swann and Sodome et Gomorrhe, he published Proust entre deux siècles. Compagnon is also a professor at the Collège de France and a member of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences.
Acclaimed journalist, lecturer and author Adam Gopnik is a three-time National Magazine Award winner and recipient of the George Polk Award for Magazine Reporting. He has been a staff writer for The New Yorker since 1986.
Seating is very limited to this event so you must RSVP. Please e-mail the Center atevents@centerforfiction.org or call us at 212-755-6710 to reserve a spot.