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ISBN-13: 9780812983319
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/11/2017
Series: Modern Library Paperbacks Series
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 720
Sales rank: 193,076
Product dimensions: 6.10(w) x 8.80(h) x 1.30(d)

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The New Yorker began publishing in 1925.

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Part One Reckonings

A Note by George Packer

These days, the quarter century between the Second World War and the 1970s seems like at least an American silver age. The middle class was big and prosperous. Leaders in government, business, and labor worked out compromises that kept the deal table level and the payout fair. National institutions worked pretty well, and under stress they didn’t collapse. Congress responded to civil-rights protests with sweeping, bipartisan legislation; environmental awareness produced the Clean Air and Clean Water Acts. As Richard H. Rovere wrote in “Half Out of Our Tree,” even the protests over the war in Vietnam showed that American democracy still had a pulse—a strong one by today’s standards.

Read the journalism of the 1960s and you might not think so. If the country now seems to be painfully breaking down, in the sixties it was quite dramatically exploding. The sense of continuous crisis forced a change in the journalism that appeared in The New Yorker. The magazine lost its habitual cool, its restraint. It began to publish big, ambitious reports and essays that attempted to meet the apocalyptic occasion. These pieces were intended to make noise, even to shock the national mind, and they dominated conversation for weeks or months. In the sixties, The New Yorker acquired a social consciousness. It went into opposition, challenging the complacent postwar consensus that had prevailed across American culture, including in its pages. The result was some of the most famous and influential journalism ever to appear in the magazine.

This work occupied so much territory—paid for by the voluminous and high-end advertising that used to fill The New Yorker’s pages—that some of the pieces took up an entire issue, or else spread themselves out over two, three, or even five in succession. Ambitious work had often appeared in the magazine, but the pieces from the sixties were something more than stories enjoying the luxury of a lot of space to be well and fully told. This was journalism as event. Sometimes the events arrived so fast and thick that readers could barely catch their breath. Rachel Carson’s warning of the effects of chemical spraying on birds, trees, and other living things—published in the late spring of 1962—is now credited with starting the environmental movement. Five months later, James Baldwin’s autobiographical essay on the black church, the Nation of Islam, and the racial crisis detonated, making him a prophet of the civil-rights era, Jeremiah to Martin Luther King, Jr.’s Moses, and that rare thing in American letters—the writer as national oracle. No less a personage than Bobby Kennedy felt prompted to answer “Letter from a Region of My Mind,” privately, leading to an angry exchange between the two in Kennedy’s midtown Manhattan apartment.

Just a few months later, in early 1963, The New Yorker published a report on the trial in Jerusalem of the Nazi criminal Adolf Eichmann, by the German-Jewish writer Hannah Arendt: a piece of political philosophy that simultaneously raised the repressed horror of the Holocaust and interrogated its perpetrators and victims alike—the former for their supposed banality, the latter for failing to put up a fight. Nor did Arendt try to conceal her contempt for the new state of Israel. From an Olympian perch, she flung down complex, razor-edged sentences that couldn’t fail to hurt. The writers known as the New York intellectuals were thrown into an uproar, published replies, replied to the replies, broke into pro- and anti-Arendt camps, and debated the piece at a legendary town-hall meeting that Arendt herself disdained to attend.

In the middle of the decade came Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood, about the killing of a family of four in Kansas. The murders had taken place in 1959, and the story of lonely, doomed small-town Americans feels as if it’s in black and white, not Technicolor. But Capote’s literary method helped define the experimental journalism of the sixties. In Cold Blood was shocking above all for its style, which dared to enter the dream life of a killer, to flirt dangerously along the borderline between fact and fiction. Jonathan Schell’s “The Village of Ben Suc” was more conventional in its reportorial approach—dispassionate and meticulous—but devastating in its description of the American war machine turned loose on one corner of South Vietnam. The piece conveys the madness of overpowering technology and geopolitical dogma wreaking havoc, with no ability to see or understand the targets of destruction.

The sixties introduced the idea, reluctantly acknowledged in Rovere’s essay “Half Out of Our Tree,” that something had gone wrong with America—that we could no longer assume ourselves to be good. The New Yorker registered this change in many departments, but nowhere more memorably than in its journalism. These heavyweight pieces did not just record the decade’s drama—they became part of it.

from Silent Spring—1

Rachel Carson

June 16, 1962

There was once a town in the heart of America where all life seemed to be in harmony with its surroundings. The town lay in the midst of a checkerboard of prosperous farms, with fields of grain and hillsides of orchards, where white clouds of bloom drifted above the green land. In autumn, oak and maple and birch set up a blaze of color that flamed and flickered across a backdrop of pines. Then foxes barked in the hills and deer crossed the fields, half hidden in the mists of the mornings. Along the roads, laurel, viburnum, and alder, great ferns and wild flowers delighted the traveller’s eye through much of the year. Even in winter, the roadsides were places of beauty, where countless birds came to feed on the berries and on the seed heads of the dried weeds rising above the snow. The countryside was, in fact, famous for the abundance and variety of its bird life, and when the flood of migrants was pouring through in spring and fall, people came from great distances to observe them. Other people came to fish streams, which flowed clear and cold out of the hills and contained shady pools where trout lay. So it had been from the days, many years ago, when the first settlers raised their houses, sank their wells, and built their barns.

Then, one spring, a strange blight crept over the area, and everything began to change. Some evil spell had settled on the community; mysterious maladies swept the flocks of chickens, and the cattle and sheep sickened and died. Everywhere was the shadow of death. The farmers told of much illness among their families. In the town, the doctors were becoming more and more puzzled by new kinds of sickness that had appeared among their patients. There had been several sudden and unexplained deaths, not only among the adults but also among the children, who would be stricken while they were at play, and would die within a few hours. And there was a strange stillness. The birds, for example—where had they gone? Many people, baffled and disturbed, spoke of them. The feeding stations in the back yards were deserted. The few birds to be seen anywhere were moribund; they trembled violently and could not fly. It was a spring without voices. In the mornings, which had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of robins, catbirds, doves, jays, and wrens, and scores of other bird voices, there was now no sound; only silence lay over the fields and woods and marshes. On the farms, the hens brooded but no chicks hatched. The farmers complained that they were unable to raise any pigs; the litters were small, and the young survived only a few days. The apple trees were coming into bloom, but no bees droned among the blossoms, so there was no pollination and there would be no fruit. The roadsides were lined with brown and withered vegetation, and were silent, too, deserted by all living things. Even the streams were lifeless. Anglers no longer visited them, for all the fish had died. In the gutters under the eaves, and between the shingles of the roofs, a few patches of white granular powder could be seen; some weeks earlier this powder had been dropped, like snow, upon the roofs and the lawns, the fields and the streams. No witchcraft, no enemy action had snuffed out life in this stricken world. The people had done it themselves.

This town does not actually exist; I know of no community that has experienced all the misfortunes I describe. Yet every one of them has actually happened somewhere in the world, and many communities have already suffered a substantial number of them. A grim spectre has crept upon us almost unnoticed, and soon my imaginary town may have thousands of real counterparts. What is silencing the voices of spring in countless towns in America? I shall make an attempt to explain.


The history of life on earth is a history of the interaction of living things and their surroundings. To an overwhelming extent, the physical form and the habits of the earth’s vegetation and its animal life have been molded and directed by the environment. Over the whole span of earthly time, the opposite effect, in which life modifies its surroundings, has been relatively slight. It is only within the moment of time represented by the twentieth century that one species—man—has acquired significant power to alter the nature of his world, and it is only within the past twenty-five years that this power has achieved such magnitude that it endangers the whole earth and its life. The most alarming of all man’s assaults upon the environment is the contamination of the air, earth, rivers, and seas with dangerous, and even lethal, materials. This pollution has rapidly become almost universal, and it is for the most part irrecoverable; the chain of evil it initiates, not only in the world that must support life but in living tissues, is for the most part irreversible. It is widely known that radiation has done much to change the very nature of the world, the very nature of its life; strontium 90, released into the air through nuclear explosions, comes to earth in rain or drifts down as fallout, lodges in soil, enters into the grass or corn or wheat grown there, and, in time, takes up its abode in the bones of a human being, there to remain until his death. It is less well known that many man-made chemicals act in much the same way as radiation; they lie long in the soil, and enter into living organisms, passing from one to another. Or they may travel mysteriously by underground streams, emerging to combine, through the alchemy of air and sunlight, into new forms, which kill vegetation, sicken cattle, and work unknown harm on those who drink from once pure wells. As Albert Schweitzer has said, “Man can hardly even recognize the devils of his own creation.” It took hundreds of millions of years to produce the life that now inhabits the earth—aeons of time, in which that developing and evolving and diversifying life reached a state of adjustment to its surroundings. To be sure, the environment, rigorously shaping and directing the life it supported, contained hostile elements. Certain rocks gave out dangerous radiation; even within the light of the sun, from which all life draws its energy, there were short-wave radiations with power to injure. But given time—time not in years but in millennia—life adjusted, and a balance was reached. Time was the essential ingredient. Now, in the modern world, there is no time. The speed with which new hazards are created reflects the impetuous and heedless pace of man, rather than the deliberate pace of nature. Radiation is no longer merely the background radiation of rocks, the bombardment of cosmic rays, the ultraviolet of the sun, which existed before there was any life on earth; radiation is now also the unnatural creation of man’s tampering with the atom. The chemicals to which life is asked to make its adjustment are no longer merely the calcium and silica and copper and the rest of the minerals washed out of the rocks and carried in rivers to the sea; they are also the synthetic creations of man’s inventive mind, brewed in his laboratories and having no counterparts in nature. To adjust to these chemicals would require time on the scale that is nature’s; it would require not merely the years of a man’s life but the life of generations. And even this would be futile, for the new chemicals come in an endless stream; almost five hundred annually find their way into actual use in the United States alone. The figure is staggering and its implications are not easily grasped: five hundred new chemicals to which the bodies of men and all other living things are required somehow to adapt each year—chemicals totally outside the limits of biological experience.

Among the new chemicals are many that are used in man’s war against nature. In the past decade and a half, some six hundred basic chemicals have been created for the purpose of killing insects, weeds, rodents, and other organisms described in the modern vernacular as “pests.” In the form of sprays, dusts, and aerosols, these basic chemicals are offered for sale under several thousand different brand names—a highly bewildering array of poisons, confusing even to the chemist, which have the power to kill every insect, the “good” as well as the “bad,” to still the song of birds and to stop the leaping of fish in the streams, to coat the leaves with poison and to linger on in soil. It may prove to be impossible to lay down such a barrage of dangerous poisons on the surface of the earth without making it unfit for all life. Indeed, the term “biocide” would be more appropriate than “insecticide”—all the more appropriate because the whole process of spraying poisons on the earth seems to have been caught up in an endless spiral. Since the late 1940s, when DDT began to be used widely, a process of escalation has been going on in which ever more toxic chemicals must be found. This has happened because insects, in a triumphant vindication of Darwin’s principle of the survival of the fittest, have consistently evolved super-races immune to the particular insecticide used, and hence a deadlier one has always had to be developed—and then a deadlier one than that. It has happened also that destructive insects often undergo a “flareback,” or resurgence, after spraying, in numbers greater than before. The chemical war is never won, and all life is caught in its cross fire.

Along with the possibility of the extinction of mankind by nuclear war, a central problem of our age is the contamination of man’s total environment with substances of incredible potential for harm—substances that accumulate in the tissues of plants and animals, and even penetrate the germ cells, to shatter or alter the very material of heredity, upon which the shape of the future depends. Some would-be architects of our future look toward a time when we will be able to alter the human germ plasm by design.

Table of Contents

Introduction David Remnick xi

Part 1 Reckonings: A Note George Packer 3

Silent Spring Rachel Carson 7

Letter from a Region in My Mind James Baldwin 22

Eichmann in Jerusalem Hannah Arendt 33

In Cold Blood: The Corner Truman Capote 48

The Village of Ben Sue Jonathan Schell 62

Reflections: Half Out of Our Tree Richard H. Rovere 85

Part 2 Confrontation: A Note Kelefa Sanneh 99

Civil Rights

It Doesn't Seem Quick to Me (Desegregating Durham) Katharine T. Kinkead 103

An Education in Georgia (Integrating a Public University) Calvin Trillin 124

March on Washington Calvin Trillin 146

Youth in Revolt

Letter from Berkeley (The Free Speech Movement) Calvin Trillin 151

The Price of Peace Is Confusion Renata Adler 165

The Put-On Jacob Brackman 178

Letter from Chicago Richard H. Rovere 186

Harvard Yard E. J. Kahn, Jr. 189

Part 3 American Scenes: A Note Jill Lepore 197

Pressure and Possibility

Letter from Washington (The Cuba Crisis) Richard H. Rovere 201

An Inquiry into Enoughness (Visiting a Missile Silo) Daniel Lang 207

Letter from Washington (The Great Society) Richard H. Rovere 210

Lull (Walking Through Harlem) Charlayne Hunter-Gault 216

Demonstration (A Biafra Rally) Jonathan Schell 220

Hearing (Feminists on Abortion) Ellen Willis 223

Notes and Comment (Woodstock) James Stevenson Faith McNulty 226

Shots Were Fired

Notes and Comment (The Assassination of John F. Kennedy) Donald Malcolm Lillian Ross E. B. White 236

Views of a Death (J.F.K.'s Televised Funeral) Jonathan Miller 241

Notes and Comment (The Assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr.) Jacob Brackman Terrence Malick 244

Life and Death in the Global Village Michael J. Arlen 252

Letter from Washington (The Assassination of Robert F. Kennedy) Richard H. Rovers 256

Part 4 Farther Shores: A Note Evan Osnos 265

Though Tribe and Tongue May Differ (Nigerian Independence) Emily Hahn 269

Letter from Havana Hans Koningsberger 277

Letter from Vatican City Xavier Rynne 285

On the Seventh Day They Stopped (Six Day War) Flora Lewis 294

Letter from Prague Joseph Wechsberg 306

The Events in May: A Paris Notebook Mavis Gallant 319

Part 5 New Arrivals: A Note Malcolm Gladwell 329

Never Before Seen

Portable Robot F. S. Norman Brendan Gill Thomas Meehan 331

Telstar Lillian Ross Thomas Whiteside 333

The Big Bang John Updike 338

Touch-Tone George W. S. Trow 340

Sgt. Pepper Lillian Ross 342

Apollo 11 Henry S. F. Cooper, Jr. 346

Brief Encounters

Ornette Coleman Donald Stewart Whitney Balliett 349

Cassius Clay A. J. Liebling 352

Glenn Gould Lillian Ross 355

Brian Epstein D. Lowe Thomas Whiteside 360

Roy Wilkins Andy Logan 363

Marshall McLuhan Lillian Ross Jane Kramer 365

Joan Baez Kevin Wallace 368

Twiggy Thomas Whiteside 372

Ronald Reagan James Stevenson 376

Tom Stoppard Geoffrey T. Hellman 380

Simon & Garfunkel James Stevenson 382

Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Ved Mehta 389

The Who Hendrik Hertzberg 391

Part 6 Artists & Athletes: A Note Larissa MacFarquhar 397

A Tilted Insight (Mike Nichols & Elaine May) Robert Rice 401

The Crackin', Shakin', Breakin' Sounds (Bob Dylan) Nat Hentoff 418

Paterfamilias (Allen Ginsberg) Jane Kramer 434

Levels of the Game (Arthur Ashe, Clark Graebner) John Mcphee 458

Days and Nights with the Unbored (World Series 1969) Roger Angell 479

Part 7 Critics: A Note Adam Gopnik 489

The Current Cinema

All Homage (Breathless) Roger Angell 491

After Man (2001: A Space Odyssey) Penelope Gilliatt 494

The Bottom of the Pit (Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid) Pauline Kael 498

Art & Architecture

False Front or Cold-War Concept Lewis Mumford 505

The Nineteen-Sixties: Time in the Museum Harold Rosenberg 514


Television's War Michael J. Arlen 521

The Bombs Below Go Pop-Pop-Pop Michael J. Arlen 526

The Theatre

Sweet Birdie of Youth (Bye Bye Birdie) Kenneth Tynan 531

The Theatre Abroad: London Kenneth Tynan 534

Off Broadway (Oh! Calcutta!) Brendan Gill 540


Newport Notes Whitney Balliett 542

Rock, Etc. (Packaging Rock and Post-rock) Ellen Willis 548

Rock, Etc. (Woodstock) Ellen Willis 552

Whither? Winthrop Sargeant 556


Our Invisible Poor (Michael Harrington's The Other America) Dwight MacDonald 561

Polemic and the New Reviewers Renata Adler 574

The Author as Librarian (J. L. Borges) John Updike 595

The Fire Last Time (William Styron's Confessions of Nat Turner) George Steiner 601

The Unfinished Man (Philip Roth's Portnoy's Complaint) Brendan Gill 607

The Whole Truth (Joyce Carol Oates's them) L. E. Sissman 611

Part 8 Poetry: A Note Dana Goodyear 617

The Heaven of Animals James Dickey 619

Tulips Sylvia Plath 620

Next Day Randall Jarrell 622

The Broken Home James Merrill 624

The Asians Dying W. S. Merwin 627

At the Airport Howard Nemerov 628

Second Glance at a Jaguar Ted Hughes 629

Endless Muriel Rukeyser 630

Moon Song Anne Sexton 631

Feel Me May Swenson 632

Part 9 Fiction: A Note Jennifer Egan 637

The Ormolu Clock Muriel Spark 641

A&P John Updike 650

The Hunter's Waking Thoughts Mavis Gallant 657

The Swimmer John Cheever 663

The Indian Uprising Donald Barthelme 674

The Key Isaac Bashevis Singer 680

Acknowledgments 691

Contributors 693

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