Plus: Crisis in Sudan; Beryl Bainbridge; Fitz-James O'Brien; Robert Burns
| Today in The New York Review of Books: Corey Robin, Deborah Eisenberg, Willa Glickman, and Michael Greenberg look at the future of Mamdani’s New York; Isma’il Kushkush finds himself trapped in Khartoum; Yiyun Li goes on an adventure with Beryl Bainbridge; Michael Dirda revives the sci-fi innovator Fitz-James O’Brien; and, from the archives, John Carey on Robert Burns. Among Zohran Mamdani’s rhetorical innovations has been his declaration of war on mediocrity. Zohran Mamdani’s victory has restored some of the city’s bounce—for now. With the deadlines imposed by New York’s signature climate law looming, Zohran Mamdani will have to enforce the city’s green transition. Zohran Mamdani has revealed himself to be a hard-nosed practitioner of realpolitik, especially within his own coalition. When war came to Sudan’s capital, I was trapped in my apartment complex with neighbors I hardly knew. Suddenly we were all we had. In Beryl Bainbridge’s novels, to die is an awfully big adventure—and so is to live. Little known today, Fitz-James O’Brien deserves serious attention for developing some of science fiction’s most familiar tropes—among them microcosmic worlds, invisible monsters, time slips, and robots. Free from the ArchivesIn the Review’s November 5, 2009, issue, John Carey, who died in December at ninety-one, wrote about Robert Burns, Scottish national icon, poet of no little sentiment, womanizer, occasional revolutionary, and the author of “Auld Lang Syne.” “Burns always remembered [his mother] in his childhood singing to him lullabies, love songs, and ballads, all in the Scots tongue. Thanks to her, his imagination was fed by oral culture and folk wisdom and, as importantly, his ear was trained.… It was his mother’s gift. The great literary project of his later life was the creation of an anthology of Scots popular poetry and song, and some of his most famous poems, such as ‘O my luve’s like a red, red rose’ and ‘John Anderson, my jo’,’ reuse and reshape verse from the popular tradition.” “Thus far most of the American right has managed to make room for antisemitism without abandoning its commitment to Zionism. For all the ink spilled about Carlson and Fuentes, elected Republicans remain nearly unanimous in their unconditional support for Israel, a sturdy alliance that will require a generational shift to undo. The robustness of this coalition has motivated some Jewish groups to accommodate the conservative movement’s open anti-Jewish sentiment—as has those groups’ almost singular obsession with left-wing anti-Zionism.” “Even if you managed to avoid the hysterical marketing campaign around the film—the Marty Supreme jackets seen on everyone from Misty Copeland to Tom Brady were also briefly available for purchase at a pop-up store in Soho—Chalamet’s cheekbones and spaghettine body, notable even when covered with Marty Mauser’s pockmarks or Bob Dylan’s shrugging overcoats, are a reminder how sleekly the film world intertwines with that of fashion. The film’s multi-month publicity tour, which involved several bizarre videos, is also a reminder of the ever-stranger relationship between art and selling things in general.” Special Offer
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