Plus: Ghana; Goethe
| Today in The New York Review of Books: Adelle Waldman remembers the suburban novel; Anakwa Dwamena and E. Gyimah-Boadi report from Ghana’s years of corrupt presidents; and, for Goethe’s birthday, an essay by W. H. Auden from the archives. Why isn’t there a twenty-first-century Cheever? The country has spent fifteen years lurching from one corrupt administration to another. What could break the cycle? “Sometimes one feels that Goethe is a pompous old bore, sometimes that he is a dishonest old hypocrite or, as Byron said, ‘an old fox who won’t leave his hole, and preaches a fine sermon from inside it.’ Yet, grumble as one may, one is forced in the end to admit that he was a great poet and a great man.” With his strange machines and an uncanny, intuitive understanding of muscles, Joseph Pilates created a new technique for improving strength and movement. The Mitfords, a family of extremophiles, are characters that ultimately don’t translate to the screen. Save $168 on an inspired pairing!
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