Notes on this week’s issue:
1. My pleasure-seeking eyes devoured the “Goings On About Town”
capsule review of the Met’s “Van Gogh: Irises and Roses,” particularly the
description of the roses: “pinwheels of thickly applied light blue, cream, and
canary yellow.”
2. Amelia Lester’s “ ‘Did he say scallop sperm?’ He did, and
it’s mild, sweet, and a little bit wobbly, like custard,” in her superb "Tables For Two: Shuko," is inspired.
3. Jake Halpern’s absorbing "The Cop" brings us face to face with the police officer who shot and killed Michael Brown, on August 9, 2014, in Ferguson, Missouri. The officer’s name is Darren Wilson. Halpern says, “Many Americans believe that Wilson need not have killed Brown in order to protect himself, and might not have resorted to lethal force had Brown been white.” I share that belief. After reading Halpern’s detailed piece, I still believe it. Wilson didn’t shoot Brown in the back. But he did fire ten bullets at him. Halpern says that a few bullets missed him, “but he was hit in the chest, the forehead, and the arm.” This, in my view, is damning evidence of Wilson’s overreaction. His insistence that “I did my job that day” is outrageous.
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