A Novel About a Father's Choice
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Welcome back to The Daily's Sunday culture edition, in which one Atlantic writer or editor reveals what's keeping them entertained. Today's special guest is Shane Harris, a staff writer who covers intelligence and national-security issues. He has written about the Trump administration's military purge, what happens to federal agencies when DOGE takes over, and how Elon Musk is breaking the national-security system.
Shane recommends reading Bewilderment, by Richard Powers, a novel that is 'freighted with insight, dread, hope, and often a mixture of the three.' He also enjoys daily online etymology lessons, studying Old Masters paintings, and listening to the film scores of the late composer Jóhann Jóhannsson.
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The best novel I've recently read: Bewilderment, by Richard Powers. Like its predecessor—the towering, sylvan epic The Overstory —this novel worries about the possibly untenable relationship between humanity and the natural world. The books are thematically and stylistically similar; nearly every paragraph is freighted with insight, dread, hope, and often a mixture of the three. But Bewilderment is a quieter and more tangible story that sometimes felt like it could be The Overstory 's prequel. They are perfect companions, so if you've read one, read the other. [Related: The novel that asks, 'What went wrong with mankind?' ]
If you've read neither, give yourself the gift! Bewilderment follows a widowed astrobiologist named Theo Byrne, who is desperate to contain the volatile, emotional outbursts of his 9-year-old son. Robin is a prime target for bullies at school because of his affliction, which presents as a neurodivergent constellation and makes him acutely, sometimes painfully, aware of the physical degradation of the Earth and all the nonhumans that inhabit it.
Desperate for some treatment that doesn't use medication, Theo has Robin try an experimental neurofeedback therapy that allows him to spend time with a version of his dead mother's consciousness. The ramifications are … not 'bewildering,' per se, but profoundly altering. When you finish the book, ask yourself, as I did, whether you would have made the same choice to bring even a modicum of relief for your child.
The best work of nonfiction I've recently read: I don't love the term revisionist history, but Heretic: Jesus Christ and the Other Sons of God, by Catherine Nixey, is a highly readable book that revised my understanding of early Christianity and my thoughts about the Catholic Church. I'll leave it to historians to debate the quality of Nixey's scholarship—I'm way out of my depth there, but the book seems impeccably sourced and added to my evolving view on the nature of religion.
Nixey proposes that, contrary to the Catholic Church's teachings, there was no clear agreement in Christianity's early centuries about who Jesus was and why he mattered. Her argument is persuasive, and it excites me the way great investigative journalism does. Her book is as much a hunt to unearth old stories as it is an indictment of the Church fathers who buried them.
The last museum show that I loved: I had only a few free hours when I was in Munich last month for the annual Security Conference, so I went to the Alte Pinakothek, which houses one of the world's most significant collections of Old Masters paintings. I wasn't prepared for the physical scale and the beauty of this collection—and I saw only a fraction of it. I have never spent much time on this period of art because I've never been a huge fan of Christian imagery, which always struck me as redundant. The Alte Pinakothek converted me. There is just so much more to know about that epoch than I understood, and much of the knowledge is in that museum. I could have spent days there.
A quiet song that I love, and a loud song that I love: 'If Christopher Calls,' by Foy Vance, and 'What's the Frequency, Kenneth?,' by R.E.M.
An online creator that I'm a fan of: Tom Read Wilson. I start most mornings with his word or phrase of the day on Instagram. Tom is a devoted lover of spoken language and a keen etymologist. He recently explained the Latin origins of the word risible, and demonstrated how it could be used positively and negatively. He shares colorful figures of speech from Australia, South Africa, and the American South, always in a regionally appropriate accent. (His Texas twang is really good.) On weekends, he will recite a Shakespearean sonnet— he is learning and performing all of them in order.
That's all great. But I think Tom is at his best when he eschews the high-minded stuff. I first encountered him when the Instagram algorithm served up his straight-faced explanation of a ' shit sandwich.' 'Now, I don't mean a sandwich containing fecal matter, nor do I mean a really rubbish panini,' Tom explained. He asked us to imagine a three-paragraph email in which bad news or criticism is sandwiched between more pleasant and easier-to-swallow sentences. Well, we've all received one of those! [Related: The two most dismissive words on the internet ]
A musical artist who means a lot to me: Jóhann Jóhannsson, the Icelandic composer who is probably best known for his collaboration with the filmmaker Denis Villeneuve. Jóhannsson scored Prisoners, Sicario, and Arrival, which is one of my 10 favorite films of all time. (Sicario, by the way, is a movie that bears rewatching in light of the actions that the U.S. government is poised to take against Mexican drug cartels.) I am also captivated by Jóhannsson's score for his own film, Last and First Men. He died from a drug overdose two years before the release; the composer Yair Elazar Glotman finished the music and collaborated with other superb musicians, including Hildur Guðnadóttir, who won an Oscar in 2020 for scoring Joker. [Related: The blockbuster that Hollywood was afraid to make ]
I love Jóhannsson's film scores and often listen to them while I write. But don't overlook his studio albums. Fordlandia, inspired by a failed utopia that Henry Ford wanted to build in the jungles of Brazil, is so thematically coherent that you could imagine it was written for a movie. Jóhannsson's work is often dark, brooding, and eerie, but it can be surprisingly melodic, and I love that he treats any object that can make a sound as a musical instrument. He occupies the same place in my imagination as Philip Seymour Hoffman, the actor who also died far too young from an overdose. They would surely have given us more masterpieces, but any artist would envy the body of work they left behind.
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