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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “Impeccable Connections: The Rise and Fall of Richard Whitney” by Malcolm MacKay

June 7, 2013

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Richard Whitney had everything: a seat on the Stock Exchange (he was its president for five years – the youngest president ever elected), a devoted wife, a townhouse on East 73rd Street in New York City and an estate in the horse country of Far Hills, New Jersey. He came of old WASP stock, went to Harvard where he was elected a member of the exclusive Porcellian Club, and rubbed shoulders with what was as close to an aristocracy as the United States has ever produced. And yet he went to prison for embezzlement. Who was he, and why did he steal? Brooklyn Heights resident Malcolm MacKay explores the man and his acts in this slim biography.

And what an interesting story it is. Whitney’s family did not come over with the Mayflower or even with John Winthrop. The earliest Whitney, a tailor, arrived fairly early, however, in 1635, and the family stayed in Watertown, MA, for several generations. Some later descendants moved to nearby Beverly, and one of those, Richard Whitney’s uncle Edward, became a partner of J.P. Morgan in 1900. Richard Whitney himself was born in 1888. He attended Groton before going on to Harvard. His older brother, George, followed their Uncle Edward into J.P. Morgan, eventually becoming head of the firm. It was Uncle Edward who loaned Richard, aged 23, the money to buy his seat on the Stock Exchange.

The early years of the 20th century were a heady time to be a member of the Exchange, and Richard had a particularly easy time of it: his most important task was to broker Morgan’s bond trades. That work provided Whitney a steady income. But, MacKay points out, Whitney never did much to develop any business beyond that. Whitney did a great deal else, including serving as Master of the Hunt at a fox hunting club in New Jersey. In MacKay’s description, Morgan and his partners ran the Exchange as another private club, and argued vociferously to the government that they could self-regulate. That approach worked, for a while: in fact Whitney, working on buy orders from Morgan, was the public face of the bankers’ successful attempt to arrest the Black Thursday panic.

MacKay is at his very best describing the quirks and foibles of America’s upper classes. Endicott Peabody, Whitney’s old headmaster at Groton, “would visit old boys, including Roosevelt in the White House, and he made no exception for Whitney in Sing Sing.” Richard Whitney’s brother, George, and other Morgan partners, worked until the end to help Whitney, and, in a holdover from the days when the market really was their club, chose not to report him to the authorities. To his credit, Whitney’s brother George “over time — made good on all the bad loans and embezzled funds.” And once there was no other way out, Richard himself behaved impeccably, pleading guilty and serving his time, with time off for good behavior. “No whining. No pointing at others. No plea bargaining. The gentleman just happens to be an embezzler.” MacKay includes an extraordinary picture of Whitney entering Sing Sing with his head high. He’s handcuffed to another prisoner, who is hiding his face, something MacKay tells us “Whitney would never do.”

The sense of betrayal was overwhelming, and most of Whitney’s friends dropped him. Though described as a snob throughout his life, Whitney managed well in prison (where he was treated with some deference). How would you have punished him? Let us know in the comments.

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BRIC Rotunda Gallery says So Long to the Heights on June 26

June 5, 2013

BRIC’s Contemporary Art Program is moving from the Rotunda Gallery at 33 Clinton Space to BRIC’s new space in Downtown Brooklyn over the summer. To say farewell, BRIC is inviting all and sundry to a goodbye party to be held on June 26 from 7pm to 9pm. All are invited; the party will include a DJ, a slide show of the more than 100 exhibitions and public programs at the space over the last 20 years, participatory art projects, photo opportunities, a raffle and giveaways.

The Rotunda Gallery is located at 33 Clinton Street in Brooklyn Heights.

Admission is free but RSVPs (to aclark@bricartsmedia.org) are appreciated.

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Transit Museum to display winning entries from GCT Centennial Celebration design competition

June 5, 2013

As part of its Centennial Celebration, the New York Transit Museum and the Architectural League of New York held a competition seeking modern reinterpretations of Grand Central Terminal. Contemporary architects and designers submitted more than 100 designs that captured and re-imagined Grand Central in media ranging from charcoal drawings to computer-generated landscapes. The jury selected 20 winning designs – and those designs will be on display at the Transit Museum beginning June 15. That’s Brooklyn resident Stephanie Jaszmines’ interpretation above.

The Transit Museum is located at the corner of Boerum Place and Schermerhorn Street in Brooklyn. More information here. And there’s more information about the year-long celebration of Grand Central Terminal’s centennial here.

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “The Hanging Garden” by Patrick White

May 31, 2013

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Who am I? Will I ever be at home anywhere? These are some of the questions that haunt the two refugees at the center of Patrick White’s novel “The Hanging Garden.” Or rather, they are at the center of what is evidently the first part of a manuscript that was found unfinished in White’s desk at this death in 1990. Unfinished novels are a problem, for literary executors and for reviewers – how do we know what the author intended? In his afterword David Marr, White’s biographer, makes a compelling case for publishing “The Hanging Garden:” White did not destroy the manuscript, unlike many of his other papers and letters, and kept working on it. Though it’s unfinished, the work stands on its own as a skilled and moving novella.

Eirene Sklavos and Gil Horsfall–the first half-Greek, half-British, the other Anglo-Indian–fetch up at the Sydney, Australia home of Mrs. Bulpit after they are evacuated from their homes, in Greece and London respectively, during the Second World War. Eirene is secure in the love of her mother, who has brought her to Australia after Eirene’s Greek, and partisan, father is murdered. Gil traveled with a group of boys. Both are well aware of their inconsequence on the face of a vast and indifferent world. Here’s White’s description of Gil’s arrival in Sydney:

Already the faces of the other boys his forced companions of so many weeks were closing against one another as a fresh phase of life swallowed them up. So he went and stood on the edge of the pier, on the edge of the harbour, which by now was a sheet of silver that was stitched with details of gulls’ wings. There was a smell of weed and shellfish rising as the sea sucked at slimy woodwork underpinning the world of human traffic.

Mrs. Bulpit lives in one of Sydney’s middle-class suburbs, Neutral Bay. Australia, Sydney, and Mrs. Bulpit herself are bewildering both to Gil and to Eirene. White is the only Australian to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, and his skills are in evidence throughout the book as he ably switches points of view from trudging Gil to lost-but-competent Eirene.

White is sly and subtle at describing class distinctions; in “The Hanging Garden” place is often a stand-in, one the children learn to understand. The Sydney Harbor Bridge appears and reappears. Just after Mrs. Bulpit has collected Gil from the quay, White says: “They were crossing the ghost of a great bridge.” Later, once circumstances force Gil and Eirene to move:

Asked Aunt Ally, ‘Where is Gil living now?’ She pursed up and answered, ‘With his guardian, I presume.’
‘But where?’
‘Oh somewhere–in Vaucluse.’ Her lips could barely speak the word.
‘Where is that?’ as though you didn’t know.
‘Somewhere out–the other side of the Bridge.’ Her teeth have had enough of whereabouts.
In Sydney, it seems, a bridge does not bridge, it separates.

I found this densely layered book to be a pleasure, with images that repeat and rearrange their meanings, and two children growing up in the most difficult of circumstances. I only wish I knew what White had planned for the rest of the book. What do you think might have been coming?

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Next Transit Museum Problem Solvers Discussion to Focus on Security

May 24, 2013

On Wednesday, June 5th, at 6:30 pm, Ben Kabak of Second Avenue Subways will speak with Joseph Nugent, the liaison between New York City Transit and the New York Police Department. They will discuss counter-terrorism efforts and other security measures implemented in New York’s and other public transit systems.

Ben Kabak, the host of the Problem Solvers Discussion Series, is the founder of the blog Second Avenue Sagas. Joseph Nugent is retired from the NYPD; he has, among other degrees, a BS from St. Francis College.

The discussion will take place at the New York Transit Museum at the corner of Boerum Place and Schermerhorn Street. Admission is free but reservations, available here, are recommended.

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “The Good House” by Ann Leary

May 24, 2013

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People are complex – we are not so much good or bad, as capable of doing both good things as we are of bad acts. While we may rationalize our lesser actions, it’s the consequences and how we deal with them that really count. Or at least that’s a central theme in the story that Ann Leary tells in her new novel “The Good House.”

Hildy Good is a real estate broker living on Boston’s North Shore. She’s divorced, with two grown children and an apple-of-her-eye young grandson. She’s lived in Wendover, Massachusetts, located somewhere in the mythical territory between Salem and Beverly, for her entire life. She is descended from one of the Salem witches, and one of her party tricks is pretending to have second sight. She’s a tough broad living alone with her two dogs, and she knows that in an earlier era she might indeed have been burned at the stake.

One of the houses Hildy sold was bought by Rebecca McAllister and her husband. The McAllisters moved with their two young adopted sons to, they hope, escape the depression that is crushing Rebecca. Rebecca has room to keep horses on her property, and the area is home a hunt club that figures in the novel. Instead, she becomes involved with a local psychiatrist, Peter Newbold, whose wife prefers their full-time home in Cambridge to their weekend place in Wendover.

Hildy is friendly with Peter, as his family has long connections to the town, and Hildy and Rebecca become friends – a friendship that is not quite healthy for either character. Making the central character a real estate broker gives Leary the opportunity to introduce a series of characters, some of them local and quirky (they are often the tradesmen and handymen), others who have come to town more recently. The interactions among the two sets of townspeople give the novel its action and allow Leary to explore her themes, among them the importance of place and home in our lives.

But this is not a novel of class conflict or gentrification so much as it is about alcoholism. Because, though she doesn’t admit it, Hildy is an alcoholic, and her gradual descent into chaos is told subtly and with great suppleness. It’s the best part of the book, as Leary slowly allows the reader to become aware of Hildy’s dawning consciousness that she has a problem, and that she may have done some bad, if not unforgivable, acts.

The resolution, in terms of outcomes for the characters, is not always pretty, but it is compelling, despite the way Leary leans on the shift in the Rebecca-Peter relationship to bring the ending about. The book contains one of the best illustrations of the mind of an addict I have found. Do you agree? Let us know in the comments.

Update: You can listen to an excerpt from the audiobook here.

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “Seward: Lincoln’s Indispensable Man” by Walter Stahr

May 17, 2013

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William Henry Seward is one of those people we think we know about – wasn’t he the cabinet member who closed Lincoln’s eyes saying “Now he belongs to the ages?” Nope, that was Edwin Stanton, Secretary of War. Seward had been in a carriage accident a week earlier; he was home in bed with a broken arm and a broken jaw, where he was also the victim of an assassination attempt. His most notable accomplishment, the purchase of Alaska, was derided at the time as “Seward’s folly.” Wrong again – that canard didn’t arise until nearly 10 years after the purchase was completed, and five years after Seward’s death. He and Lincoln were a matched pair, tall and skinny (after all, David Strathairn played him in the 2012 movie) and taciturn – wrong, wrong, wrong. Seward was small, but his personality was large, and as Walter Stahr describes Seward in his new biography, he sounds like very good company.

Seward was born in the small upstate New York town of Florida in 1801. Unusually for the time, he attended college – Union College, in Albany. He dropped out in the middle of his final semester, in 1819, and went with a friend to Georgia, where he helped found a school. Seward stayed in Georgia only a few months before returning to New York. Seward’s 1819-1820 visit coincided with the national debate about slavery that culminated in the Missouri Compromise. Since the visit to Georgia was Seward’s longest stay in a slave state, and Stahr notes that in 1866 Seward received a letter from a former slave claiming to be his daughter, I would have liked to know more about how this experience might have affected Seward’s later thinking. But to his credit Stahr never ventures far from the documentary evidence. An unfortunate result is that he never mentions Seward’s Georgia stay again.

Seward settled in Auburn, New York, where he married Frances Miller and practiced law. It was only a short time before Seward moved into politics. He became a New York state senator, and soon was a candidate for governor. He lost his first bid, and instead became a land agent, managing a vast tract of land in Chautauqua County. He was elected governor on a second try, in 1838. Eventually he became a senator and Secretary of State in Lincoln’s cabinet. Seward always thought about the big picture: he was influential in developing the transportation mechanisms – first canals and then the railways – that helped New York and the country to become manufacturing and economic centers.

All the political involvement kept Seward away from home much of the time. Although Stahr describes the marriage as difficult – Frances did not like spending time in Washington – it also appears to have been a devoted one. Frances was intelligent and well-read, and argued with her husband about slavery: she was an abolitionist. Seward was deeply opposed to slavery but was not an abolitionist, believing before the Civil War that slavery would eventually die a natural death.

Seward was a consummate politician, one from whom Lincoln, no slouch in that department, could – and did – learn from. To take just one example, Stahr’s description of the complex events leading up to the issuing of the Emancipation Proclamation is clear and convincing. In Stahr’s reading Seward initially opposed the Emancipation Proclamation and thought it should be delayed. Seward used the time between Lincoln’s initial suggestion to his cabinet to find out how European allies would react – and when it became clear the reaction would be positive and that Lincoln was going to issue the document Seward suggested revisions that strengthened the document.

This biography leaves the impression of Seward as an imaginative statesman who envisioned the US as a world power, and lay down the groundwork for it: Alaska wasn’t the only territory whose purchase he engineered. The Virgin Islands, Midway Island, the isthmus of Panama, Hawaii – Seward was looking at all of them for offshore ports. Even more importantly, he kept the US out of several possible wars with European powers during the Civil War. He worked well and closely with Lincoln throughout the war, on both foreign and domestic policy. As Stahr describes him:

Many people helped to ensure that the Union emerged from the Civil War as one nation, rather than splitting into two or more rival nations, but it is hard to name a single northern civilian other than Lincoln who contributed more than Seward.

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “People Who Eat Darkness,” by Richard Lloyd Parry

May 10, 2013

Japan is a country of great natural beauty, singular art, and an unending source of interest to many Westerners. But life there is very different from life in western cultures. “People Who Eat Darkness,” a compelling true story of crime, investigation, and punishment in Japan – and the concomitant grief and loss in the United Kingdom – underlines the significant differences in the criminal justice systems.

Lucie Blackman left school after completing her A levels. Instead of going to university she worked, first in a bank, and then as a British Airways flight attendant. She was tall, blonde, and meticulously well-groomed, but she was in debt. When a friend told her that she could make money easily, working in Japan as a hostess in a club catering to Japanese salarymen, she decided to go. After two months in Japan she disappeared.

Her father and sister went to look for her, and Lloyd Parry, the Tokyo Bureau Chief of The Times of London, was taken with Lucie’s story. And that of several other young Western women who had come forward with a story of waking up naked and ill after going out for a drink with a man. In the US, if someone were to come forward with that kind of story, the police would actively investigate – in fact, there’s a similar story being reported as I write. In Japan, the police seemed to ignore the reports. In 2000, though, Tony Blair, then the British Prime Minister, was in Tokyo for a summit meeting with the Japanese Prime Minister. The Blackmans were able to reach him; Blair’s public statements put pressure on the Japanese to increase their efforts to find Lucie.

Who were these young women? Who were the men they dated? And what is the culture that encourages the development of clubs where women are paid to converse with, and feign interest in, the male customers? Lloyd Parry does an excellent job describing the different paths that bring people to the clubs, the subtle distinctions between hostessing, topless dancing, and prostitution, and the appeal of the clubs to both sides in the transaction.

This is not just the story of a young woman’s disappearance, and the subsequent investigation, arrest and prosecution. It’s also an extended meditation on how we behave in public. For the Blackmans, there was a choice: hold press conferences and generally use the media to enlist the public’s help, or stay private, and work closely with the police. Either choice has risks and benefits, and Lloyd Parry shows how the consequences of the Blackmans’ choice were magnified by the cultural divide. Even on our side, there are expectations for behavior, and Lucie’s father, Tim, did not always follow them.

It’s in Lloyd Parry’s explorations of those expectations, and the real-life impact of tragedy on a family, that this exceptionally well-written book is the most sensitive and interesting. Lloyd Parry knows how to tell a story. In “People Who Eat Darkness” he also demonstrates the an unusual ability to find meaning behind the events he relates. Do you agree? Let us know in the comments.

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “Leonardo and the Last Supper” by Ross King

May 3, 2013

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Leonardo da Vinci’s rendering of the Last Supper on the wall of the refectory of the convent of Santa Maria delle Grazie in Milan must be one of the most venerated paintings in history. Goethe wrote about seeing it, Andy Warhol reproduced it, and countless other artists have made copies. The “Da Vinci Code” increased its popularity. Now you have to have a ticket to see it – and can stay for only 15 minutes.

How did this celebrated picture come about? Ross King’s well-written new book sets out to explain the painting in its political, governmental and religious contexts, along with its place in Leonardo’s life. King starts by describing Lodovico Sforza, the Duke of Milan who commissioned Leonardo, newly arrived from Florence, to paint the scene. Subsequent chapters include a capsule biography of Leonardo, an explanation of the subtle differences among the Gospels as they tell the story of the Last Supper, and descriptions of the shifting alliances behind the incursions into Italy of Maximilian, the Holy Roman Emperor, the King of France Louis XII, and the Duc d’Orléans.

And that’s just the start. Each chapter provides a jumping off point for King to explore relevant matters. A mid-book chapter called “Secret Recipes” starts by describing the mechanics of frescoing: construction of the scaffolding (the painting starts eight feet above the floor), and the the layers of plastering. (King includes Leonardo’s notes on the content of the plaster.) The section concludes with a brief description of how frescoists worked. Frescoists, that is, but not Leonardo, who wanted to work in oils. Hence the next section is all about paint: oil paint, how it was made, and the history of its use. Then it’s back to the underpaint on the wall – Leonardo used a white lead, and King does a good job of explaining Leonardo’s subtle and perceptive use of color. The last two sections of the chapter tie the themes together, as they are about the heraldic shields Leonardo painted above the Last Supper, and Leonardo’s use of assistants.

Succeeding chapters are equally multi-layered and fascinating. I found the chapter about Judas, with its discussion of ambiguous renderings of the various apostles in the painting, compelling. And so was the chapter called “Food and Drink,” which explains the sacramental elements in the painting but also the food and wine. I had no idea, for example, that the dish in front of Jesus held eels prepared with oranges. Or that Judas is shown just as he is knocking over a salt cellar. The painting is allusive and subtle, and King brings out as much meaning as he can.

I have two minor complaints about this book. One is that King spends too many pages unnecessarily debunking the notions put forth in “The Da Vinci Code.” The other, and this is not entirely King’s fault as the painting is in such poor shape, is that the illustrations are too few and too small. But most of them are available on the web, here and here, for example.

What’s your favorite image from this interesting book? Let us know in the comments.

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Brooklyn Civic Groups to Sponsor Mayoral Candidates Forum May 6

April 22, 2013

Learn more about the 2013 Mayoral candidates, and where they stand on issues of importance to Brooklynites: Parks, Schools, Transportation, Development. The organizers are encouraging votes to identify issues. Submit your questions online by May 3, 2013. You can also vote on the questions you think are most important.

The forum will be held Monday, May 6, 2013 from 7:00 – 9:00 pm at Congregation Beth Elohim in Park Slope, 274 Garfield Place at 8th Avenue, Brooklyn.

The forum is free, no tickets or RSVPs are necessary. More information is available here.

 

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