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What to Read, Watch, and Listen to This Week: Aug 19

The content in our queues, from the DNC roll call to Zadie Smith

By Portland Monthly Staff August 20, 2020

Pete Buttigieg delivers Indiana’s votes for the Democratic nominee from the set of The Matrix (we’re pretty sure, at least) during the DNC's Tuesday-night virtual roll call.

Image: PBS/YouTube

There’s a lot going on right now. Maybe you’re protesting, maybe you’re donating, maybe you’re keeping tabs on the way your representatives are responding to the present moment. Keep doing that!

Our lives are not one thing, though, and you’re also probably looking to escape, however briefly, into a show or a book or an album that might help you shut out the world or understand it a little better. To get the wheels turning, here’s the stuff filling our queues at Portland Monthly this week, from the DNC roll call to Zadie Smith. 

DNC Roll Call

“A virtual trip around America” is the name chipper Wisconsinite and Democratic National Committee Secretary Jason Rae gave to the alphabetical roll call of states and territories presenting their delegate totals for Sen. Bernie Sanders and former Vice President Joe Biden, the raison d’être of the Democratic National Convention. You didn’t watch this charming, folksy parade of Indigenous accessories, get-out-the-vote face masks, gorgeous shimmering seas and mid-America vistas, and “what do I do with my hands?” moments that’s just crying out for the Miss Universe treatment from Tom & Lorenzo? We understand—the Blazers game was on at the same time! But you can still give yourself a 33-minute dose of heartstring-pulling sweet Americana, which starts with Rep. Terri Sewell presenting Alabama’s votes from a blue-lit Edmund Pettus Bridge and ends with two Keebler elves on a train platform in Delaware.

Here’s just some of what you’ll see in between: American Samoa’s Aliitama Sotoa, who announced the territory’s tally, could also have been on a ballpark PA announcing Biden was the next to bat. An Arkansas chef could be pitching Portlanders on a visit to Little Rock to check out its food cart scene, while a Maine B&B owner also seems to be making a travel pitch with his and his husband’s “25-acre organic farm on a lake.”

At first, you’re pretty sure California hired your Chico’s-cardigan-loving moms—who can’t quite figure out cell phones and tend to shout into the mike, always worried if you can hear them—to yell out its tallies on a windy beach, but then you realize it’s Rep. Barbara Lee and former Secretary of Labor Hilda Solis. In a very different setting, next to the Charles Bridge in Prague (you know, the one from INXS’s “Never Tear Us Apart” video), Democrats Abroad chair Julia Bryan is totally that girl you had a crush in college who never came home from her junior year overseas. Pete Buttigieg broadcasts from the set of The Matrix, while a Kansas farmer looks like a giant standing in the middle of an Andrew Wyeth painting. The kid standing behind Louisiana Rep. Cedric Richmond and New Orleans Mayor LaToya Cantrell is the best kid of the night.

The guys from Michigan are definitely trying to sell us those shiny cars behind them, the college president from Mississippi is definitely narrating a museum tour (or should—such a voice!), the young woman standing next to a New York nurse is definitely staring deep into your soul, and the Tennessee speaker is definitely being considered for Blair in a Facts of Life remake.

You’ll also learn there’s a Hidden Valley neighborhood (not ranch) and an awesome woman who’s been doing this for a long time and is not going to mince words (Cozzie Watkins) in Charlotte, North Carolina, some dudes in Ohio who like to party, a spot on your vacation bucket list for the US Virgin Islands’ “turquoise waters, white sand beaches, and friendly people,” and an official state appetizer in Rhode Island. Calamari!

You’ll also be reminded of tragedy. The father of a Parkland school shooting victim speaks from Florida and is one of several parents in the roll call who have lost children (as has Biden himself); Matthew Shepard’s parents deliver Wyoming’s votes, and Khizr Khan, who also spoke at the 2016 DNC, represents Virginia. A Colorado activist says three members of his family have tested positive for COVID. Oregon’s delegation—US Sens. Ron Wyden and Jeff Merkley stand silently with state Sen. Shemia Fagan while they let local party leaders Rosa Colquitt and Travis Nelson do the talking—appear in front of the bright mural at the Hollywood MAX station, honoring the victims of the 2017 multiple murder by a white supremacist. —Margaret Seiler, managing editor

Fast Times at Ridgemont High Table Read

I’m recommending something this week I haven’t seen. Well, sort of. I have in fact seen Fast Time at Ridgemont High many times. The incredibly scandalous (to me) coming-of-age teen film featured Drug Use! Sex! Abortion! Boobs! Laughs!—which means I watched it over and over as a youngster to prepare myself for what I thought my late teens would inevitably become. They should’ve put a disclaimer on the film that most of us would have to wait for college for such intrigue.
But I digress. While many of us have witnessed the 1982 film written by Cameron Crowe and directed by Amy Heckerling, none of us have seen the new version of Fast Times. One that will only exist for 90ish minutes on Friday, August 21. Sean Penn, who played legendary stoner Jeff Spicoli in the film, has organized a star-studded live table read of the script to raise funds for a charity he cofounded, CORE, which provides COVID-19 testing and relief services around the United States. He will also send some of the night’s proceeds (expect a donation button in the corner of the livestream) to Reform Alliance, which is working to protect the incarcerated population from the virus.
The table read, held Friday night at 5 p.m. on CORE’s Facebook page (and its TikTok if you prefer) brings together a list of names that might actually make your jaw hit the floor. That includes Julia Roberts, Matthew McConaughey, Henry Golding, Shia LaBeouf, Morgan Freeman, and Jimmy Kimmel. Plus, the long-awaited (by me) reunion of my favorite blonds: Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston. That alone is enough to make my desperate-for-frivolity ass sit down and watch, while giving some money to a worthy cause. —Eden Dawn, style editor


Zadie Smith has the rare gift of convincing you you are just as smart as she is. Whenever you enter one of her essays (I love her fiction but have always been partial to Zadie Smith the Cultural Critic), it feels like breathlessly keeping pace with your most brilliant friend: your friend might be driving but you’re both contributing, and you’re right there with them, arriving at the same conclusions they arrive at in real time. Then you close your book and enter reality and remember you are an intellectual shrimp who just got a glimpse into one of the greatest minds of our time, and you scramble to digest everything you’ve just learned before it’s gone.

Late last month, Smith released a slim, 97-page volume called Intimations, comprising six essays she’s written during the COVID-19 pandemic. One, a razor-sharp analysis of America’s relationship with death, previously appeared in the New Yorker, and all Smith’s royalties are going to the Equal Justice Initiative and the COVID-19 Emergency Relief Fund for New York.  

It doesn’t exactly relieve the nail-biting about who’s gonna write the first Big Isolation Book—these essays wander, as all of Smith’s essays do, exploring issues thoroughly without reaching many hard conclusions, and it’s so bite-sized you can read the whole thing in an afternoon. That said, Intimations feels like a tall, sweaty glass of water after months in the desert: her incisive takes on race, our natural inclinations to resist nature, and the discomforts of domestic life during COVID provide sense and scaffolding to hang our half-year of utter chaos. 

Her prose is sensitive, her brain as thrilling as ever, and her trademark mix of levelheadedness, latent self-loathing, and leveling compassion all coalesce as effectively here as they do in any of her novels or full-length collections. Every page is filled with brain-tumbling turns, and reading it reminds you, if only for a few hours, that you are part of a weird, fucked-up, beautiful whole. —Conner Reed, arts & culture editor

The Lathe of Heaven

When you move to Oregon, as I did in late January, there are a few literary names you ought to know: Chuck Palahniuk, Mitchell S. Jackson, Beverly Cleary, Ken Kesey, and, of course, Ursula K. Le Guin. Even prior to my move, Le Guin’s work in speculative fiction—although she is quite obviously more than simply a science fiction author—has floated above conversations with friends who shared my interest in sci-fi. “Have you ever read Ursula K. Le Guin?” “Oh, you should really read Ursula K. Le Guin.” “This reminds me of this book by Ursula K. Le Guin.”

So while browsing the local authors bookshelf in the desolate Portland Monthly offices, I came across Le Guin’s 1971 book The Lathe of Heaven, and I knew it was time. Not to mention, the cover features sea turtles swimming among clouds. Turtles have been appearing in my life recently, and I want to honor their sudden appearance.

Set in Portland, The Lathe of Heaven follows George Orr, whose dreams have the ability to alter reality. He sees Dr. William Haber, a psychiatrist, who begins using Orr’s ability to manipulate the real world for his own intentions. What’s particularly distressing to Orr is not Haber’s motive—in fact, Haber wants to bring peace, end overpopulation, and reverse time on an ever-warming planet—but that they have the ability to rewrite the course of human history at all.
What Le Guin’s novel does, what great sci-fi should do, is bridge together a beautifully inventive world, with profound observations on morality, free will, race, power, politics, socialized medicine, and the nature of reality. Admittedly, the story gets kind of wacky and wild, particularly in its second half, but it’s a quick read, packed with poetic prose and heady science-fiction concepts. And the sea turtles make their appearance. I just can’t tell you where. —Gabriel Granillo, digital editor

The Vast of Night

Special things happen when a director trusts their actors. And that is the case with The Vast of Night, a new sci-fi movie sets in ’50s New Mexico that unfolds as the local radio DJ and a switchboard operator investigate some ... strange goings on. The plot seems ready-made for CGI and fast-paced action, but instead the story unfolds like a stage play, with the two commanding leads (Sierra McCormick and Jake Horowitz) slowly building the suspense through long takes and quick-fire dialogue. Even more impressive: lines tumble out of them as they operate old switchboards and tape recorders like they've been doing it their entire lives. Not a shot reverse shot in sight. —Marty Patail, editor in chief
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