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Writers, I'm on your side – now here's my list of complaints
Writers, I'm on your side – now here's my list of complaints

The Age

time24-05-2025

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  • The Age

Writers, I'm on your side – now here's my list of complaints

Reading is my favourite hobby. What's not to like about it? It can be done sitting down and can be combined with other hobbies such as drinking a beer or patting the dog. And, while unwilling to put myself forward to test the theory, I'm convinced it makes you smarter. I'm a kindly reader, by which I mean 'largely undiscriminating'. I consider myself on the writer's side, wanting to cheer their endeavours in any project, however unlikely. Yet, even with a forgiving reader, there are quibbles. With Sydney crammed with authors for the annual Sydney Writers' Festival, could I mention some ways they could do better? Non-fiction books that go on too long Long novels are terrific – you sink into the world of Proust, Doris Lessing or Anthony Powell and want the pleasure to never end. With non-fiction, I'm not so sure. I'm interested to know about the Norman Conquest, I really am, but do I need the six-volume, 5000-page account by Edward Augustus Freeman (as recently reviewed on The Rest is History podcast)? I'm interested, also, in Lyndon Baines Johnson, a consequential president whose biographer, Robert Caro, is considered a genius. But do I definitely want to read four volumes, with a combined 3000 pages, and a fifth still to come? With Caro endlessly extending his efforts – see the recent documentary Turn Every Page – there's the danger, for a slow reader, that the life could take longer to read than it took to live. The fashion to eschew quote marks Some of our arty novelists are dispensing with quotation marks. I'm sure there's a reason, although they have yet to whisper that reason into my trusting ear. In these novels, the characters still speak, and sometimes they think, and – if it's a first-person narrator – they often describe things, and into this lumpy soup wades the reader, unequipped with the usual tools for discerning whether actual speech is occurring. At some point – I imagine it was in 1689 or maybe 1723 – some genius printer thought up the quote mark as a useful concession to the reader. I don't believe this useful invention should be so casually thrown away. I'm on the side of writers! I really am! I'm just trying to understand what's going on!!!

Every time I go to Bangkok, these are the first things I eat, see and visit
Every time I go to Bangkok, these are the first things I eat, see and visit

The Advertiser

time09-05-2025

  • The Advertiser

Every time I go to Bangkok, these are the first things I eat, see and visit

Do you have a ritual when you arrive at a favourite destination? I do. In Italy, one of the first things I do when I arrive in the country is head to the nearest bar so I can stand at the counter, drink an espresso and eavesdrop on the conversation. Often, that first coffee is in the humble surrounds of the train station, one of the most fascinating places to observe Italian life. This first coffee helps me get my bearings and settle into the sights, sounds and smells of Italy. Like Proust's madeleine, it triggers a wealth of memories and the giddy possibility of making more. In Istanbul, my ritual is a walk down to the Galata Bridge so I can see the Bosphorus Strait and the outline of the city's domes and minarets. In Athens, I haven't really arrived until I've eaten my first plate of grilled fish with chips at the crowded central market. In Marrakech, no matter what time I get there, I'll dump my bags and head straight up to the roof of my riad to look over the dusky pink buildings that make up the medina skyline. Even in Australia, if I haven't watched the ferries coming into Circular Quay, I don't feel I've really been to Sydney. And at our family's favourite spot on the NSW South Coast, walking down the hill from our rental to the Pambula River to sit by the water is the sign that we are finally on holiday. It's like saying hello to an old friend. The anticipation of the specific unique pleasure that only one place can bring is part of the joy of travel. And even in a new place, I'm gathering experiences as I go. By the time I've left there's inevitably one thing, one place, or one experience that will forever define that destination for me. In Thailand, that defining experience, the sign that I have really arrived, is eating my first plate of kao niew mamuang, or mango sticky rice. Thailand's ubiquitous snack, the dish is elegant in its simplicity - a fresh cheek of ripe mango, warm sticky rice cooked in coconut milk, a salted coconut sauce and toasted mung beans for crunch. It might change slightly with the seasons and in various parts of the country, but it is universally delicious and beloved by Thais and tourists alike. Although it has a long history in Thai cuisine - dating back to the kingdom's Ayutthaya period - it also makes clever use of Thailand's produce: 1.4 million tonnes of mangoes are grown in Thailand each year and no country produces more sticky rice. Order mango sticky rice and you'll be eating a taste of Thailand. For me, the appeal is in the freshness of a thick wedge of mango in the sticky Thai heat, and the pleasure of standing in the street or sitting on a stool watching the world go by as I eat. It might even be one of the first opportunities to exchange a few basic words of Thai after arriving in Bangkok. Mango sticky rice is ubiquitous. You can buy it everywhere, from cafes to fine dining restaurants, markets and street stalls. I'm not the only person obsessed with mango sticky rice, there are almost as many guides to where to buy it as there are tourists. When I was in Thailand recently, you could even find it pre-packed at the airport. I might buy a pack there if I was really desperate, but I prefer to enjoy it in more atmospheric surroundings. Here are three of my all-time favourites. Thong Lor is my favourite Bangkok neighbourhood and the Mae Varee fruit store is one of the reasons I like it so much. Mae Varee is close to the Thong Lor BTS station, so even if you're not staying locally it's not difficult to get there. You can't miss the store either. With large decorative mangoes hanging from the windows and elaborate displays of fresh tropical fruit outside, Mae Varee is clearly a member of the 'do one thing and do it well' club. Inside the store there's more tropical fruit and lavish fruit-based gift baskets. Your mango sticky rice comes in a package to go and as there aren't many seats nearby, you'll have to eat it on the run. Queues often form, so it pays to be patient (or get there early). WHERE: 1 Thong Lor, Khlong Tan Nuea, Watthana, Bangkok Bangkok can get intense, not in a White Lotus Sam Rockwell monologue way, but because of the sticky heat, pollution, noise and crowds. Bang Krachao, an undeveloped green oasis in the middle of the Chao Phraya river is the perfect antidote. Take a river taxi to the pier, hire a bike and explore the paths that criss-cross the island, which inevitably lead to Sri Nakhon Khuean Khan Park gardens and, if you're there on a weekend, the floating markets, which are not really floating, but by the water. Browse the stalls then pick up some mango sticky rice and relax in the shade at the public tables, before heading back into the Bangkok bustle. It's heaven. WHEN: Weekends only The only mango sticky rice producer to get a mention in the Bangkok Michelin guide, Kor Panich was founded in 1927 and uses a family recipe that has been handed down through the generations. Located near the Grand Palace, it's rumoured even the royal family has been known to visit. When mangoes are out of season, try the shop's other traditional Thai desserts such as sticky rice filled with banana or a coconut custard. Stools outside the store mean you can eat in comfort while watching the world go by. WHERE: 431-433 Tanao Road, Sao Chingcha, Phra Nakhon, Bangkok The writer travelled to Bangkok as a guest of Minor Hotels Do you have a ritual when you arrive at a favourite destination? I do. In Italy, one of the first things I do when I arrive in the country is head to the nearest bar so I can stand at the counter, drink an espresso and eavesdrop on the conversation. Often, that first coffee is in the humble surrounds of the train station, one of the most fascinating places to observe Italian life. This first coffee helps me get my bearings and settle into the sights, sounds and smells of Italy. Like Proust's madeleine, it triggers a wealth of memories and the giddy possibility of making more. In Istanbul, my ritual is a walk down to the Galata Bridge so I can see the Bosphorus Strait and the outline of the city's domes and minarets. In Athens, I haven't really arrived until I've eaten my first plate of grilled fish with chips at the crowded central market. In Marrakech, no matter what time I get there, I'll dump my bags and head straight up to the roof of my riad to look over the dusky pink buildings that make up the medina skyline. Even in Australia, if I haven't watched the ferries coming into Circular Quay, I don't feel I've really been to Sydney. And at our family's favourite spot on the NSW South Coast, walking down the hill from our rental to the Pambula River to sit by the water is the sign that we are finally on holiday. It's like saying hello to an old friend. The anticipation of the specific unique pleasure that only one place can bring is part of the joy of travel. And even in a new place, I'm gathering experiences as I go. By the time I've left there's inevitably one thing, one place, or one experience that will forever define that destination for me. In Thailand, that defining experience, the sign that I have really arrived, is eating my first plate of kao niew mamuang, or mango sticky rice. Thailand's ubiquitous snack, the dish is elegant in its simplicity - a fresh cheek of ripe mango, warm sticky rice cooked in coconut milk, a salted coconut sauce and toasted mung beans for crunch. It might change slightly with the seasons and in various parts of the country, but it is universally delicious and beloved by Thais and tourists alike. Although it has a long history in Thai cuisine - dating back to the kingdom's Ayutthaya period - it also makes clever use of Thailand's produce: 1.4 million tonnes of mangoes are grown in Thailand each year and no country produces more sticky rice. Order mango sticky rice and you'll be eating a taste of Thailand. For me, the appeal is in the freshness of a thick wedge of mango in the sticky Thai heat, and the pleasure of standing in the street or sitting on a stool watching the world go by as I eat. It might even be one of the first opportunities to exchange a few basic words of Thai after arriving in Bangkok. Mango sticky rice is ubiquitous. You can buy it everywhere, from cafes to fine dining restaurants, markets and street stalls. I'm not the only person obsessed with mango sticky rice, there are almost as many guides to where to buy it as there are tourists. When I was in Thailand recently, you could even find it pre-packed at the airport. I might buy a pack there if I was really desperate, but I prefer to enjoy it in more atmospheric surroundings. Here are three of my all-time favourites. Thong Lor is my favourite Bangkok neighbourhood and the Mae Varee fruit store is one of the reasons I like it so much. Mae Varee is close to the Thong Lor BTS station, so even if you're not staying locally it's not difficult to get there. You can't miss the store either. With large decorative mangoes hanging from the windows and elaborate displays of fresh tropical fruit outside, Mae Varee is clearly a member of the 'do one thing and do it well' club. Inside the store there's more tropical fruit and lavish fruit-based gift baskets. Your mango sticky rice comes in a package to go and as there aren't many seats nearby, you'll have to eat it on the run. Queues often form, so it pays to be patient (or get there early). WHERE: 1 Thong Lor, Khlong Tan Nuea, Watthana, Bangkok Bangkok can get intense, not in a White Lotus Sam Rockwell monologue way, but because of the sticky heat, pollution, noise and crowds. Bang Krachao, an undeveloped green oasis in the middle of the Chao Phraya river is the perfect antidote. Take a river taxi to the pier, hire a bike and explore the paths that criss-cross the island, which inevitably lead to Sri Nakhon Khuean Khan Park gardens and, if you're there on a weekend, the floating markets, which are not really floating, but by the water. Browse the stalls then pick up some mango sticky rice and relax in the shade at the public tables, before heading back into the Bangkok bustle. It's heaven. WHEN: Weekends only The only mango sticky rice producer to get a mention in the Bangkok Michelin guide, Kor Panich was founded in 1927 and uses a family recipe that has been handed down through the generations. Located near the Grand Palace, it's rumoured even the royal family has been known to visit. When mangoes are out of season, try the shop's other traditional Thai desserts such as sticky rice filled with banana or a coconut custard. Stools outside the store mean you can eat in comfort while watching the world go by. WHERE: 431-433 Tanao Road, Sao Chingcha, Phra Nakhon, Bangkok The writer travelled to Bangkok as a guest of Minor Hotels Do you have a ritual when you arrive at a favourite destination? I do. In Italy, one of the first things I do when I arrive in the country is head to the nearest bar so I can stand at the counter, drink an espresso and eavesdrop on the conversation. Often, that first coffee is in the humble surrounds of the train station, one of the most fascinating places to observe Italian life. This first coffee helps me get my bearings and settle into the sights, sounds and smells of Italy. Like Proust's madeleine, it triggers a wealth of memories and the giddy possibility of making more. In Istanbul, my ritual is a walk down to the Galata Bridge so I can see the Bosphorus Strait and the outline of the city's domes and minarets. In Athens, I haven't really arrived until I've eaten my first plate of grilled fish with chips at the crowded central market. In Marrakech, no matter what time I get there, I'll dump my bags and head straight up to the roof of my riad to look over the dusky pink buildings that make up the medina skyline. Even in Australia, if I haven't watched the ferries coming into Circular Quay, I don't feel I've really been to Sydney. And at our family's favourite spot on the NSW South Coast, walking down the hill from our rental to the Pambula River to sit by the water is the sign that we are finally on holiday. It's like saying hello to an old friend. The anticipation of the specific unique pleasure that only one place can bring is part of the joy of travel. And even in a new place, I'm gathering experiences as I go. By the time I've left there's inevitably one thing, one place, or one experience that will forever define that destination for me. In Thailand, that defining experience, the sign that I have really arrived, is eating my first plate of kao niew mamuang, or mango sticky rice. Thailand's ubiquitous snack, the dish is elegant in its simplicity - a fresh cheek of ripe mango, warm sticky rice cooked in coconut milk, a salted coconut sauce and toasted mung beans for crunch. It might change slightly with the seasons and in various parts of the country, but it is universally delicious and beloved by Thais and tourists alike. Although it has a long history in Thai cuisine - dating back to the kingdom's Ayutthaya period - it also makes clever use of Thailand's produce: 1.4 million tonnes of mangoes are grown in Thailand each year and no country produces more sticky rice. Order mango sticky rice and you'll be eating a taste of Thailand. For me, the appeal is in the freshness of a thick wedge of mango in the sticky Thai heat, and the pleasure of standing in the street or sitting on a stool watching the world go by as I eat. It might even be one of the first opportunities to exchange a few basic words of Thai after arriving in Bangkok. Mango sticky rice is ubiquitous. You can buy it everywhere, from cafes to fine dining restaurants, markets and street stalls. I'm not the only person obsessed with mango sticky rice, there are almost as many guides to where to buy it as there are tourists. When I was in Thailand recently, you could even find it pre-packed at the airport. I might buy a pack there if I was really desperate, but I prefer to enjoy it in more atmospheric surroundings. Here are three of my all-time favourites. Thong Lor is my favourite Bangkok neighbourhood and the Mae Varee fruit store is one of the reasons I like it so much. Mae Varee is close to the Thong Lor BTS station, so even if you're not staying locally it's not difficult to get there. You can't miss the store either. With large decorative mangoes hanging from the windows and elaborate displays of fresh tropical fruit outside, Mae Varee is clearly a member of the 'do one thing and do it well' club. Inside the store there's more tropical fruit and lavish fruit-based gift baskets. Your mango sticky rice comes in a package to go and as there aren't many seats nearby, you'll have to eat it on the run. Queues often form, so it pays to be patient (or get there early). WHERE: 1 Thong Lor, Khlong Tan Nuea, Watthana, Bangkok Bangkok can get intense, not in a White Lotus Sam Rockwell monologue way, but because of the sticky heat, pollution, noise and crowds. Bang Krachao, an undeveloped green oasis in the middle of the Chao Phraya river is the perfect antidote. Take a river taxi to the pier, hire a bike and explore the paths that criss-cross the island, which inevitably lead to Sri Nakhon Khuean Khan Park gardens and, if you're there on a weekend, the floating markets, which are not really floating, but by the water. Browse the stalls then pick up some mango sticky rice and relax in the shade at the public tables, before heading back into the Bangkok bustle. It's heaven. WHEN: Weekends only The only mango sticky rice producer to get a mention in the Bangkok Michelin guide, Kor Panich was founded in 1927 and uses a family recipe that has been handed down through the generations. Located near the Grand Palace, it's rumoured even the royal family has been known to visit. When mangoes are out of season, try the shop's other traditional Thai desserts such as sticky rice filled with banana or a coconut custard. Stools outside the store mean you can eat in comfort while watching the world go by. WHERE: 431-433 Tanao Road, Sao Chingcha, Phra Nakhon, Bangkok The writer travelled to Bangkok as a guest of Minor Hotels Do you have a ritual when you arrive at a favourite destination? I do. In Italy, one of the first things I do when I arrive in the country is head to the nearest bar so I can stand at the counter, drink an espresso and eavesdrop on the conversation. Often, that first coffee is in the humble surrounds of the train station, one of the most fascinating places to observe Italian life. This first coffee helps me get my bearings and settle into the sights, sounds and smells of Italy. Like Proust's madeleine, it triggers a wealth of memories and the giddy possibility of making more. In Istanbul, my ritual is a walk down to the Galata Bridge so I can see the Bosphorus Strait and the outline of the city's domes and minarets. In Athens, I haven't really arrived until I've eaten my first plate of grilled fish with chips at the crowded central market. In Marrakech, no matter what time I get there, I'll dump my bags and head straight up to the roof of my riad to look over the dusky pink buildings that make up the medina skyline. Even in Australia, if I haven't watched the ferries coming into Circular Quay, I don't feel I've really been to Sydney. And at our family's favourite spot on the NSW South Coast, walking down the hill from our rental to the Pambula River to sit by the water is the sign that we are finally on holiday. It's like saying hello to an old friend. The anticipation of the specific unique pleasure that only one place can bring is part of the joy of travel. And even in a new place, I'm gathering experiences as I go. By the time I've left there's inevitably one thing, one place, or one experience that will forever define that destination for me. In Thailand, that defining experience, the sign that I have really arrived, is eating my first plate of kao niew mamuang, or mango sticky rice. Thailand's ubiquitous snack, the dish is elegant in its simplicity - a fresh cheek of ripe mango, warm sticky rice cooked in coconut milk, a salted coconut sauce and toasted mung beans for crunch. It might change slightly with the seasons and in various parts of the country, but it is universally delicious and beloved by Thais and tourists alike. Although it has a long history in Thai cuisine - dating back to the kingdom's Ayutthaya period - it also makes clever use of Thailand's produce: 1.4 million tonnes of mangoes are grown in Thailand each year and no country produces more sticky rice. Order mango sticky rice and you'll be eating a taste of Thailand. For me, the appeal is in the freshness of a thick wedge of mango in the sticky Thai heat, and the pleasure of standing in the street or sitting on a stool watching the world go by as I eat. It might even be one of the first opportunities to exchange a few basic words of Thai after arriving in Bangkok. Mango sticky rice is ubiquitous. You can buy it everywhere, from cafes to fine dining restaurants, markets and street stalls. I'm not the only person obsessed with mango sticky rice, there are almost as many guides to where to buy it as there are tourists. When I was in Thailand recently, you could even find it pre-packed at the airport. I might buy a pack there if I was really desperate, but I prefer to enjoy it in more atmospheric surroundings. Here are three of my all-time favourites. Thong Lor is my favourite Bangkok neighbourhood and the Mae Varee fruit store is one of the reasons I like it so much. Mae Varee is close to the Thong Lor BTS station, so even if you're not staying locally it's not difficult to get there. You can't miss the store either. With large decorative mangoes hanging from the windows and elaborate displays of fresh tropical fruit outside, Mae Varee is clearly a member of the 'do one thing and do it well' club. Inside the store there's more tropical fruit and lavish fruit-based gift baskets. Your mango sticky rice comes in a package to go and as there aren't many seats nearby, you'll have to eat it on the run. Queues often form, so it pays to be patient (or get there early). WHERE: 1 Thong Lor, Khlong Tan Nuea, Watthana, Bangkok Bangkok can get intense, not in a White Lotus Sam Rockwell monologue way, but because of the sticky heat, pollution, noise and crowds. Bang Krachao, an undeveloped green oasis in the middle of the Chao Phraya river is the perfect antidote. Take a river taxi to the pier, hire a bike and explore the paths that criss-cross the island, which inevitably lead to Sri Nakhon Khuean Khan Park gardens and, if you're there on a weekend, the floating markets, which are not really floating, but by the water. Browse the stalls then pick up some mango sticky rice and relax in the shade at the public tables, before heading back into the Bangkok bustle. It's heaven. WHEN: Weekends only The only mango sticky rice producer to get a mention in the Bangkok Michelin guide, Kor Panich was founded in 1927 and uses a family recipe that has been handed down through the generations. Located near the Grand Palace, it's rumoured even the royal family has been known to visit. When mangoes are out of season, try the shop's other traditional Thai desserts such as sticky rice filled with banana or a coconut custard. Stools outside the store mean you can eat in comfort while watching the world go by. WHERE: 431-433 Tanao Road, Sao Chingcha, Phra Nakhon, Bangkok The writer travelled to Bangkok as a guest of Minor Hotels

Proust fans fight to restore his muse's grave
Proust fans fight to restore his muse's grave

Times

time08-05-2025

  • Entertainment
  • Times

Proust fans fight to restore his muse's grave

Devotees of Marcel Proust are banding together to save the grave of an airman who drowned aged 25 when his plane crashed in the Mediterranean just off Antibes on the Côte d'Azur in May 1914. Alfred Agostinelli, a Monaco-born chauffeur who stirred unrequited passion and jealousy in the author, has long been recognised as a pivotal figure in the creation of À la Recherche du Temps Perdu ('In Search of Lost Time'). Albertine, the enigmatic young woman in Proust's monumental seven-volume opus, is a symbol of elusive love and jealousy and a feminised version of the man Proust recruited first as his driver and then as his live-in secretary at his home on the Boulevard Haussmann in Paris. Agostinelli was seen for decades by Proustiens

Meet the WWII veteran hoping to receive 100 birthday cards in time for his 100th
Meet the WWII veteran hoping to receive 100 birthday cards in time for his 100th

CBC

time19-03-2025

  • General
  • CBC

Meet the WWII veteran hoping to receive 100 birthday cards in time for his 100th

Social Sharing Gaston Pettigrew says he can't wrap his mind around celebrating his 100th birthday next month. If it wasn't for his legs, the Quebec City resident says he would still be "jumping fences." "To me, I'm not getting older," he said. Donning his Royal Canadian Navy uniform, Pettigrew proudly held up a few early birthday cards which made their way to his residence ahead of his triple-digit birthday on April 11. But the veteran of WWII's Battle of the Atlantic is hoping to get even more well wishes — 100 to be exact. Just this month, a community group dedicated to military history posted a photo of Pettigrew outlining a special request: 100 cards for his 100th birthday. The Facebook post on Passionmilitaria garnered hundreds of likes and reactions from around the world, says Jordan Proust, a professor and military journalist behind the campaign. "People from France, Africa, Canada," said Proust. "Given the number of messages and responses I've received, we're going to be well over 100 cards … I imagine at least 500." Proust says he even received a call from an elementary school class in France who plan on sending cards out to Pettigrew. The idea for the campaign started two years prior, when Proust first organized a campaign for Albert Morin — a fellow veteran and resident of the Maison Paul-Triquet home — who was turning 100. It was a major success and the veteran received a total of 800 cards. "When I met Gaston … he came up to me and said, 'Jordan, I would like the same thing,'" recalled Proust. Originally from France, Proust says honouring the people who served and helped liberate his country in 1944 is an important cause. He says there are three WWII veterans living in the same residence, which he often visits. "The veterans who gave absolutely everything for their army, for their country," said Proust. "I try to do my best to pay tribute to them." Pettigrew was just 18 years old when he enlisted in April 1943. He soon became a seaman on HMS Ettrick, a ship that served as a convoy escort in the Battle of the Atlantic. "It was to transport food, airplane parts or whatever was needed in England," said Pettigrew. He made 11 crossings between North America and Europe. Although his ship was never attacked during these missions, Pettigrew remembers the conditions aboard the vessel, which carried around 100 sailors. He says the slightest noise on board could have alerted the German submarines. "We were never supposed to make any noise. We got used to hearing a pin drop because there was so little noise," said Pettigrew. "I remember my neighbour [on the boat], a Mr. O'Connell, and I could hear him crying. Some of them didn't have it easy." He says the whole crew celebrated the announcement of Germany's surrender on May 8, 1945. In the years that followed, he got married to his wife who passed away in 2017 after 68 years of marriage. His secret to living long is fourfold: not smoking, not drinking, staying home and "staying far away from the ladies," he said with a laugh. He hopes to fulfil the prediction of a doctor who once said he would live to 104.

Covid's Deadliest Effect Took Five Years to Appear
Covid's Deadliest Effect Took Five Years to Appear

New York Times

time10-03-2025

  • Health
  • New York Times

Covid's Deadliest Effect Took Five Years to Appear

February 2025. A blustery morning. I alight, a little breathless, from the subway at 168th street and walk the oddly deserted blocks toward the hospital where I work. I hear a distant cough. A windblown plastic bag tumbles along the sidewalk and lodges itself in the skeletal branches of a tree. The familiar, insistent whine of an ambulance rises in the distance. It has been five years since the world was blown into the tumult of a lethal pandemic. Back then, deserted streets and distant coughs, to say nothing of ambulances docking into hospitals, would have carried a very different meaning. But as Proust wrote, the moments of the past do not remain still. We have metabolized a global trauma — millions of deaths, nations brought to their knees, a generation scarred by grief, isolation and loss — so rapidly that it seems, at times, not to have happened at all. As the pandemic rose, I saw my patients get sick and in some cases die, including a 42-year-old mother of two young children whose loss is seared into my soul. As it receded, I served on then Gov. Andrew Cuomo's commission to rebuild New York's health infrastructure. Back then, the overwhelming public sentiment was: never again. Today, it seems: never what? But Covid didn't just change billions of individual lives. It changed our country's basic approach to public health, in fundamental ways that are becoming fully visible only now — and which the Trump administration looks likely to render irreversible. It was sometime in the thick of the pandemic, in January 2021, that I reread John M. Barry's superlative book 'The Great Influenza,' which tells the story of the 1918 pandemic and the birth of public health as a discipline in the United States. Before that, shielding the population from disease was primarily the domain of either individual heroic doctors such as John Snow (who solved London's 1854 cholera epidemic by tracking its epicenter to a contaminated water pump — and, so the story goes, breaking off the handle) or civic interventions such as the new sewer system that London installed to address the Great Stink of 1858. That ad hoc approach changed in October 1918, when William Welch inaugurated a school of public health at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore. Its trainees would learn to dissect patterns of disease in populations, just as a pathologist might perform an autopsy on an individual patient. They would confront future epidemics and health crises systematically, through public institutions, issuing mandates, dispensing carefully vetted information and managing the surveillance and containment of contagion — tools that, as Mr. Barry notes, lack the drama of individual heroism but have saved countless millions of lives. Mr. Barry has written no fewer than five afterwords for his book, the most recent in 2021, while the world was still adjusting to the novel coronavirus. In it, he wrote that one of the great lessons of the 1918 pandemic is that 'public health measures — the non-pharmaceutical interventions of social distancing, proper ventilation' and so on — 'work.' I've seen it myself, at times of crisis and times of calm, in New York, across the country, around the world. It came as a surprise for me, then, when I heard Dr. Céline Gounder, an infectious disease doctor and a member of President Joe Biden's Covid-19 Advisory Board, and listened to her pronounce that public health was nearly dead. It was October 2024, and we were seated in a chilly tent at the National Academy of Medicine meeting in Washington. Dr. Gounder was referring to what she calls the 'unglamorous public infrastructure' — the interlocking institutions that function constantly and invisibly, and don't depend on private enterprise or personal decisions. Yes, we conquered Covid, but 'if we are inclined to think of our victory against Covid as a public health success,' she warned me, 'we should really reconsider.' What seemed to succeed, instead, was a deployment of private enterprise (backed by state subsidies): the invention of vaccines by pharmaceutical companies; their delivery in significant measure through private hospitals and clinics; the ascendancy of private decision-making by individuals, schools and businesses; and the surveillance of the pandemic by private institutions. Covid was a privatized pandemic. It is this technocratic, privatized model that is its lasting legacy and that will define our approach to the next pandemic. It solves some problems, but on balance it's a recipe for disaster. There are some public goods that should never be privatized. Dr. Gounder checked off the basic mechanisms by which public health experts confront a pandemic: They create systems to understand and track its cause and spread; they identify the people most at risk; they deploy scalable mechanisms of protection, like air and water sanitation; they distribute necessary tools, such as vaccines and protective gear; they gather and communicate accurate information; and they try to balance individual freedoms and mass restrictions. In the case of Covid, each of these responsibilities became increasingly relegated to the private sphere. In one of President Trump's first national speeches about Covid, he told the nation, 'You're going to be hearing from some of the largest companies and greatest retailers and medical companies in the world.' And so we did. As the new administration engulfs Washington, we are witnessing the further, and perhaps final, phase of this retreat. In its first weeks, the Trump administration announced far-reaching cuts in the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention as well as reportedly severe restrictions on the kind of research its employees can conduct. It moved to dismantle the U.S.A.I.D., even though the agency funds crucial health efforts around the world, including an early detection system for epidemics. The president proposed slashing funding for medical research at universities. And of course, to lead the Department of Health and Human Services, he chose Robert Kennedy Jr., who may have done more than anyone else alive to recast the miracle of vaccines as a dark and dangerous conspiracy. The mechanisms that Dr. Gounder identified may no longer function at all. Their time of death will be this chaotic political moment. But the illness set in during the pandemic. Let's begin with vaccination. The fight against Covid has been repeatedly told as a technological story and a story of corporate heroism. In record time, four major pharmaceutical companies — Pfizer, Moderna, Astra Zeneca and Johnson & Johnson — created the vaccines that were used most to vaccinate the world. Pfizer's and Moderna's, in particular, are triumphs of science: Building on the prior work of academic scientists, they established the use of mRNA as a platform for vaccination. Drew Weissman and Katalin Karikó deservedly shared the 2023 Nobel Prize in Medicine for their research on mRNA; it is notable, however, that while they receive wide mention in the story of vaccine development, the decades-long funding of their science by public institutions such as the National Institutes of Health (which has also funded some of my research) is often left out. The 'Moderna vaccine' is as much the 'N.I.H. vaccine.' The first Trump administration deserves fair praise for accelerating the development of these vaccines through Operation Warp Speed, a public-private partnership. But it was the private sector that prevailed and will be remembered. In the United States, vaccines were delivered through an often ad hoc and chaotic system managed nominally by the government — but almost entirely run by private hospitals, clinics, pharmacies and district-run vaccination centers that relied on private-public partnerships. There was no federal system for scheduling the shots. Instead, countless different systems bloomed, many created by enterprising software companies, each seeking to simplify, but overall contributing to more chaos. Vaccine-hunting felt, at times, like a 'Hunger Games' challenge, replete with illusory hopes and disappearing screens. In New York City, you stayed up late in order to pounce when the next tranche of appointments opened up. Then just as you clicked to claim a spot, it vanished — presumably to someone who had hit it a nanosecond before you had. And remember the early days of testing? Public testing sites could take a couple of weeks to offer results. Anything quicker might require booking an appointment at a private facility, some of which charged hundreds of dollars. Other options arose, and soon the streets of major cities were lined with custom-outfitted vans and tents, the innovation of quick-thinking entrepreneurs who rushed in to meet a public need. The collection and dissemination of facts during a pandemic is typically considered an essential public good and therefore best controlled through validated, state-endorsed channels. But it took three months for the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention to produce a national testing database. Rick Bright, the former head of the Biomedical Advanced Research and Development Authority, or BARDA, told me that the most important surveillance data 'were generally reported by universities, such as Johns Hopkins, or the Covid Tracking Project, a private project coordinated by The Atlantic. The U.S. eventually adopted these dashboards, as did most news and media outlets, over any efforts that the government tried to produce.' As for the responsibility to provide more than data at a moment of mass panic and obfuscation, many Americans looked to the government for answers. Dr. Anthony Fauci, the former director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, became for many a hero for shouldering the near-impossible task of dispensing information in the midst of a sandstorm of unknown unknowns. It was dangerous work. But as Zeynep Tufekci wrote here in June, 'under questioning by a congressional subcommittee,' officials later 'acknowledged that some key parts of the public health guidance their agencies promoted during the first year of the Covid-19 pandemic were not backed up by solid science. What's more, inconvenient information was kept from the public.' The lack of consistent messaging left ordinary people looking for answers elsewhere. They got them, or believed they did, from private echo chambers, conspiracy theorists, social media influencers and home remedy peddlers. All of a sudden, Joe Rogan and Dr. Fauci were seemingly equal authorities on virology, immunology and vaccine efficacy. That shift has had the lasting effect of greatly diminishing public trust in scientific authorities and science as a whole. What does this mean for future pandemics? The good news is the pharmaceutical companies have already demonstrated that they can develop effective vaccines in record time. But it's not hard to imagine downsides of giving corporations total control of this arena. When the government withdraws from the private-public partnerships that have produced recent vaccine innovations, it also diminishes its ability to negotiate prices. High consumer cost would deepen health care inequities and decrease compliance. As the virus multiplied in unvaccinated people, it would get more chances to mutate, further endangering everyone, even those who got the shot. Private companies might well 'donate' some number of doses or negotiate a lower price — but that would be a decision left to executives trying to optimize the shareholders' interests, not to people making choices in the public's interest. And as imperfect as our distribution and reporting system has already proved to be, the government-run Vaccine Adverse Event reporting system has been an invaluable repository of nationwide reports that can be rapidly cross-searched by physicians and public health agencies. The degeneration of that vital infrastructure, or its transfer to private management, would have cascading effects. Imagine an adverse-event reporting system managed by the suppliers of vaccines. For a public already suspicious of the process, a conflict of interest like that could be a fatal blow to trust. The same goes for the surveillance of pandemics. The C.D.C. monitors diseases worldwide and publishes the Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report, a publicly accessible report that acts as a weather vane of the status of diseases across the United States. Will it continue to do so? Infectious disease surveillance companies abound, and Google Trends and Apple Health have a lot more money to throw at this project, if they choose to, than Congress would be likely to allocate. But training matters, and low-tech networks, built and nourished over decades, are powerful. In March 2023, the Marburg virus — an extraordinarily deadly contagion similar to Ebola — broke out in the Kagera region of Tanzania. The news of an unknown infection reached a local C.D.C.-trained health worker named Vedestina Shumbusho through a group chat. She informed the Tanzanian Ministry of Health, which swiftly moved to test and isolate the sick patients. A potential international disaster was averted. I don't think that the patients were sitting at home on their iPhones, searching 'What do I do when I have Marburg virus?' The shift of surveillance to privately owned, profit-minded subscription services (with stated commitment to the public good but obvious obligations to the bottom line) should also raise alarm. Would premium clients get early access to surveillance data? Would they, or the company itself, use it for private gain? Could these sources always be trusted not to put a finger on the scale? What if one of their major funders is a big pharmaceutical company? A private entity looking to break into a new market might want to skew a country's data to curry favor with its government. A company might even be incentivized to dramatize a far-off danger to increase user engagement on its platform. Is this what we really want — handing off increasing levels of decision-making power to the private sphere? Americans may not agree about much, but it's clear they are angry about the degree to which corporations constrain our choices about our health and our bodies. (Look, for instance, at the gleeful response to the coldblooded murder of a health insurance executive.) But just when we should be demanding more public accountability and reliability, we seem to be turning away from the idea that health is a collective endeavor, a public good at all, and retreating into the rhetoric of personal responsibility. The deeper message is that we're all on our own, fighting our private battles. I fear we will come to regret it. Later that afternoon, as I returned home to Chelsea, I walked past the triangular park that marks the AIDS memorial. I doubt New York City will build a Covid memorial park any time soon, but if it does, it will probably be 'sponsored.' Perhaps some of the 'largest companies and greatest retailers' would chip in, and maybe they'd charge admission (with a percentage no doubt donated to a good cause of their choosing). No names of the deceased would be carved in stone. The memorial sculpture would be some rendition of a strand of mRNA. Or a great glass bubble representing, simultaneously, the lipid nanoparticles within which some of the vaccines were suspended and the ultimate separation of the public air outside and the private air inside.

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