Liars’ Paradise

Humans lie about everything from sorting recycling to murdering spouses. We do it for love and hate, money and power, convenience and kicks. Lying to the IRS without penalty has become part of the American dream, like having a newly leased Suburban in the driveway. There was already a lot of lying going on in America before Donald Trump’s Big Lie about the 2020 presidential election. But the consequences of that lie—conjoined as it was with the January 6th insurrection—have changed the country and Americans as people.

In the pantheon of presidential lying, most of it was done for misguided ideology, plausible deniability, or self-preservation: Lyndon Johnson’s insistence that Vietnam was winnable, Ronald Reagan’s insistence that the Soviet Union was going to attack, George W. Bush’s insistence that Iraq had WMD, Richard Nixon saying he was not a crook, Bill Clinton saying he did not have sexual relations with that woman.

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Dances with Hyenas

When you consider how much physical property North America’s colonizers took from the indigenous peoples (i.e., all of it), you might think we’d be less brazen with their intellectual property . . . namely, the names for every full moon as the Earth makes its way around the sun every year. But as any nineteenth-century almanac printer would have told you: Nah, we took it all. We call January’s lunation the Wolf Moon because many tribes noticed the animals being particularly active this time of year, howling on cold nights. The Sioux language calls it the “wolves run together” moon. Although the wolves in New York City don’t need an excuse to run together or apart, the full moon on January 6 was gloriously visible, a fitting crescendo to four days of discord and animus among House Republicans a few states away.

As is the nature of their species, the Republican pack spread itself across one side of the House Chamber. They looked uncharacteristically preoccupied under the pretense of picking a Speaker. While some came dolled up in suits, George Santos, the fabulist Pinocchio elected to represent New York’s 3rd congressional district, opted for Horace Mann–style prep. As the team pariah, he seemed more occupied with picking his nose than picking a leader. But his colleagues didn’t need his input to put on a show. Look how well they pretend to be doing something real! Watch them attempt a huddle! The frown-lined concern on the face of Marjorie Taylor Greene—a woman who wants to deny Democrats the right to vote in red states until they’ve lived there for five years—was one for the ages, like the TV surgeon asking the team, “Should we go in?”

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In a State

As the blizzard in Buffalo raged over Christmas, the unfolding tragedy was all but ignored a couple hours east where I spent the holiday. In New York’s Southern Tier, people were focused on the frozen windows of their cars as they traveled short distances with gifts. It was deadly quiet. All the front-yard blowups had gone airless, frozen to the ground.

Nearly 40 people died in the worst storm to hit the Erie County region since 1977, the mayor and county executive blaming each other days after. Regardless of how extreme weather stages these kinds of ambushes, this was something that shouldn’t have happened in today’s “Empire State,” especially considering that New York’s Governor, Kathy Hochul, hails from Buffalo.

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“The whole world is open”

In the movie Operation Mincemeat, about the infamous 1943 British hoax to disguise the Allies’ invasion of Sicily during World War II, there’s a Churchill scene where the P.M. sits in a dark paneled chamber subtly adorned with landscape paintings—oils of green-on-green and muted gray skies, gold frames nicely aged. As the camera pans the room’s perimeter, it takes in these bygone status signifiers one after another, like those old Hanna-Barbera cartoons where a character is running indoors and the same vase of flowers on a round accent table keeps scrolling by.

This is not to diminish the classic green landscape painting, a genre not exclusive to the Brits (see: Barbizon School) but one more beloved in their country than anywhere else on the planet. It’s to emphasize Winston Churchill’s intense love of painting as an act, his love of the natural world and the look of his native land.

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A Man for All Seasons

When I read that the art critic Peter Schjeldahl had died on October 21, I was surprised that my eyes teared up. I knew from a New Yorker essay of his that he had advanced lung cancer. The obituaries said he was 80 and had smoked since he was 16. He was also a recovering alcoholic and apparently not the greatest father. Before 2019, I knew nothing about his personal life beyond his writing on art.

The tears, I realized, were for my own future life without the sensory crescendos of a new Peter Schjeldahl review. I could say unequivocally that he was my favorite living critic, and not having his sensibility in real time felt like a serious loss.

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On Getting Out

The trailer for the latest Halloween movie—landing more than four decades after the original—is so hard-pressed to titillate that the grisly deaths are shown rather than teased. Predictably, we see the gray-haired Jamie Leigh Curtis enveloped by an old house on Halloween, interacting with various teenage carnage fodder.

That trailer made me think about Getting Out—how it’s a twisted game we play with ourselves. Whether it’s out of the house (harm’s way) or out of a franchise that’s outlived any plausible narrative, we’re always messing it up.

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A World of Small Men

The diminishment of males—every age, race, and ethnicity—is now another thing for American society to worry about. Of Boys and Men, a new book by Richard Reeves of the Brookings Institution, looks at how boys and men are struggling in the United States. He argues that males are much more likely than females to feel socially excluded, and if they don’t remarry after divorce, they are much less likely to thrive. We’ve known for a while that girls in the United States are outperforming boys in most academic disciplines, earning 57% of bachelor degrees in 2020. Reeves covers the whole of America’s “male malaise” problem, which he says that nothing short of structural and societal change will be able to rectify.

It’s good to have constructive, nonpartisan thinking on this issue and not just the Tucker Carlson/Josh Hawley/Jordan Peterson “crisis of masculinity” blame game against the American left. And we especially need these ideas when the life expectancy of American men has dropped to its lowest in nearly three decades. That is indeed tragic. But then so is the fact that men’s problems continue to cause much needless suffering for women and children. In “Wayward Sons: The Emerging Gender Gap in Labor Markets and Education” (2o13), economists David Autor and Melanie Wasserman argue that “the absence of stable fathers from children’s lives has particularly significant adverse consequences for boys’ psychosocial development and educational achievement.” Thus we have a vicious cycle: fathers don’t participate (either pay or play) in the raising of their sons, sons within cash-strapped female-headed households have emotional and social adaptation problems, and the conservative right blames mothers and the mothering left for these “male fragility” problems that begin with economic and societal conditions.

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Bullshit Society

As many have written over the past few weeks, “quiet quitting” has to be the most inane concept of 2022. So you’re going to show your employer you’re checked out by working just 40 so-so hours a week? OK, maverick, but you’ve got nothing on “King-Size Homer,” what many consider the best Simpsons episode of all time (if not for the fat-shaming).

In this 1995 gem, Homer’s reaction to the nuclear power plant’s new exercise program is to pork up to over 300 pounds so he can claim a disability and work at home. He hits his mark and gets a workstation in the living room. All he has to do is press Y on the keyboard all day. Eventually he realizes he can set up his top-hatted “drinking bird” to keep pecking the Y so that he can go off and have fun. When he returns to find the drinking bird collapsed, his prehistoric DOS monitor flashes “Situation Critical, Explosion Imminent.” He has to rush to the plant (hard to do when you’re morbidly obese) to manually shut down the system before there’s a nuclear meltdown.

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The Rule of Three

As America slouches toward November 8 and the next ring of hell for our democracy, the appetite for new ways to save government by the people is pretty low. But people still have ideas—people like David Jolly, Christine Todd Whitman, and Andrew Yang, who at the end of July announced their new Forward Party.

There is certainly logic in a moderate party emerging to make the Republicans go the way of the Whigs, like a recalibration of your oven or car idler when something skews the reading high or low. A once “normal” party shifts to radicalism and violence, and a moderate party pops up to sideline the extremists.

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Legacy Americans

The shooter who took ten lives at a Buffalo, New York, supermarket on May 14 cited “the great replacement theory” as his rationale for randomly gunning down Black people. This paranoid fantasy shared by millions of Americans says that Democrats have hatched a diabolical plot to replace white Americans with people of color (imported or domestic).

Where did this concept come from? A recent New York Times analysis of more than 400 episodes of Tucker Carlson’s nightly ranting on Fox News showed that the onetime news host at CNN, PBS, and MSNBC was openly promoting this racist propaganda. On one show, he directly warned a category of viewers he respectfully called “legacy Americans” that they were in danger of being replaced by voters from “the Third World.” Given that Carlson has also alleged that those protesting the murder of George Floyd were not objecting to police brutality but looking to inflict “ideological domination” on the country, his racist antagonism is not surprising. But the amplification of a lie into a “theory” is both absurd and very dangerous.

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