For me, the most pleasurable items in this week’s issue are
all, except for one, in “Goings On About Town”:
1. Peter Schjeldahl’s “Young Master,” a consideration of
Rembrandt’s Judas Returning the Thirty
Pieces of Silver (“The coins—count ’em, thirty—lie strewn in a pool of
light on the floor”);
2. Richard Brody’s capsule review of Andrzej Zulawski’s On the Silver Globe (“Zulawski films it
all with a wildly gyrating camera that scampers across fields, vaults over
hilltops, thrusts through phalanxes of warriors, and pivots to reveal soldiers
dancing on the beach in front of orange flames”);
3. Becky Cooper’s “Tables For Two: Barano” (“End a meal with
the panna cotta, cool and deeply vanilla, tucked under pistachio-hazelnut
brittle and ribbons of basil, with slices of grapefruit just sanguine enough
for you to pretend they’re blood oranges from Mt. Etna.”)
4. Emma Allen’s “Bar Tab: Northern Territory” (“Up on the
pleasant roof deck, a Swiss gent ordered a pint of Narragansett lager with a
healthy pour of Sprite, a take on his country’s panaché, or shandy: ‘The
perfect thing for summer’ ”).
The exception is Marie Howe’s wonderful poem “Low Tide, Late August,” an evocation of a quiet coupling, floating in a bay’s “softly sucking and lapping water, / as the pulling out reached its limit and the tide began to flow slowly back / again.”
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