Month: August 2010

  • Richard Jenkins Steals the Show in ‘Eat Pray Love’

    Richard Jenkins with his wife, Sharon

    Richard Jenkins with his wife, Sharon

    Richard Jenkins Steals the Show in ‘Eat Pray Love’

    by Mike Krumboltz

    14 hours ago

    This is the weekend boyfriends have feared. It’s time for “Eat Pray Love.” Starring Julia Roberts and based on the best-selling memoir, the film focuses on one woman’s soul-searching journey through Italy, India, and Bali. It’s fair to say that the hype has been heavy, and reviewers are starting to chime in with their thoughts.

    Let’s start with the good. A.O. Scott of The New York Times gives “Eat Pray Love” a strong review. He writes, “The film offers an easygoing and generous blend of wish fulfillment, vicarious luxury, wry humor and spiritual uplift, with a star, Julia Roberts, who elicits both envy and empathy.” True, it’s “unlikely to change anybody’s life,” but viewers are likely to “smile.”

    The Boston Globe’s Wesley Morris had a similar experience. He gives the movie 3 out of 4 stars and writes that “Roberts shines” in her role “as a divorcee on a journey to find herself.” Mr. Morris writes, “The movie dials back both the book’s self-congratulation and its sense of unhappiness.” We’re pretty sure that’s a good thing.

    But not everybody enjoyed the trip. Roger Ebert of the Chicago Sun-Times gives the flick a modest 2-star review. He calls it “shameless wish-fulfillment” and goes on to compare the movie to “a Harlequin novel crossed with a mystic travelogue.” Claudia Puig of USA Today writes that Julia’s journey “feels like a rich girl gone slumming.”

    Indeed, critics are split on Ms. Roberts. However, nearly everybody is nuts about character actor Richard Jenkins, who plays a fellow traveler (conveniently, he’s named Richard) on the road to enlightenment.

    Mr. Jenkins is one of those actors who people instantly recognize when they see him, but may struggle to remember what he’s been in. Allow us to help. He’s most famous for his role in “Six Feet Under” and he was recently nominated for an Oscar for his role in “The Visitor.” 

    Mr. Ebert calls Richard “without question the most interesting and attractive man in the movie.” Michael Phillips of the Chicago Tribune calls Jenkins “as reliable a character actor we have in movies today.” Mr. Phillips gave particular props to a scene in which Jenkins explains his “grim story of what brought him to India.”

    Entertainment Weekly’s Lisa Schwarzbaum is just “meh” on the movie (she gives it a “C+”), but goes out of her way to praise Jenkins, not just for his performance, but also for his ability to bring out “Roberts’ best work.” Of all the film’s characters, it’s Jenkins who is the “man worth circling the globe to spend time with.”

    Online critic James Berardinelli sums it up like this: “Roberts does her best to make [the main character] Liz appealing, but it’s a losing battle.” However, “the scene in which Richard conveys his sad history represents the best five minutes in the movie.” He adds, “Nothing else comes close.”

    Also opening in theaters…
    Rather not join Julia for a trip around the world? Fret not, for there are other destinations worth noting. “Scott Pilgrim vs. The World,” starring Michael Cera, is earning strong reviews. Peter Travers of Rolling Stone calls the film, based on a series of graphic novels about a 20-something slacker who must defeat his lady friend’s seven evil exes in order to win her heart, “a breathless rush of a movie that jumps off the screen, spins your head around and then stealthily works its way into your heart.” Owen Gleiberman calls it “a true original” and Ty Burr of the Boston Globe notes that it is “packed with characters and likable actors.”

    “The Expendables” brings together Sylvester Stallone, Bruce Willis, Dolph Lundgren, Mickey Rourke, and more for an over-the-top action film guaranteed to satisfy your need for explosions and corny one-liners. Ty Burr of The Boston Globe says it’s “reprehensible” and “stoopid violent,” but it’s also “a lot of unholy fun.” Owen Gleiberman is also singing the film’s praises. “It’s a completely low-tech, brute-force movie, a real meathead jamboree.” He means that in a good way, but some think the film falls short of its potential. Michael Phillips of the Chicago Tribune gives it just two out of four stars. It’s “sorta fun,” he writes, “but it shoulda

     

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  • But Will It Make You Happy?

    J. Emilio Flores for The New York Times

    Roko Belic, a filmmaker, moved from San Francisco to a trailer park in Malibu and now surfs often. He is working on a documentary about happiness

    August 7, 2010

    But Will It Make You Happy?

    SHE had so much.

    A two-bedroom apartment. Two cars. Enough wedding china to serve two dozen people.

    Yet Tammy Strobel wasn’t happy. Working as a project manager with an investment management firm in Davis, Calif., and making about $40,000 a year, she was, as she put it, caught in the “work-spend treadmill.”

    So one day she stepped off.

    Inspired by books and blog entries about living simply, Ms. Strobel and her husband, Logan Smith, both 31, began donating some of their belongings to charity. As the months passed, out went stacks of sweaters, shoes, books, pots and pans, even the television after a trial separation during which it was relegated to a closet. Eventually, they got rid of their cars, too. Emboldened by a Web site that challenges consumers to live with just 100 personal items, Ms. Strobel winnowed down her wardrobe and toiletries to precisely that number.

    Her mother called her crazy.

    Today, three years after Ms. Strobel and Mr. Smith began downsizing, they live in Portland, Ore., in a spare, 400-square-foot studio with a nice-sized kitchen. Mr. Smith is completing a doctorate in physiology; Ms. Strobel happily works from home as a Web designer and freelance writer. She owns four plates, three pairs of shoes and two pots. With Mr. Smith in his final weeks of school, Ms. Strobel’s income of about $24,000 a year covers their bills. They are still car-free but have bikes. One other thing they no longer have: $30,000 of debt.

    Ms. Strobel’s mother is impressed. Now the couple have money to travel and to contribute to the education funds of nieces and nephews. And because their debt is paid off, Ms. Strobel works fewer hours, giving her time to be outdoors, and to volunteer, which she does about four hours a week for a nonprofit outreach program called Living Yoga.

    “The idea that you need to go bigger to be happy is false,” she says. “I really believe that the acquisition of material goods doesn’t bring about happiness.”

    While Ms. Strobel and her husband overhauled their spending habits before the recession, legions of other consumers have since had to reconsider their own lifestyles, bringing a major shift in the nation’s consumption patterns.

    “We’re moving from a conspicuous consumption — which is ‘buy without regard’ — to a calculated consumption,” says Marshal Cohen, an analyst at the NPD Group, the retailing research and consulting firm.

    Amid weak job and housing markets, consumers are saving more and spending less than they have in decades, and industry professionals expect that trend to continue. Consumers saved 6.4 percent of their after-tax income in June, according to a new government report. Before the recession, the rate was 1 to 2 percent for many years. In June, consumer spending and personal incomes were essentially flat compared with May, suggesting that the American economy, as dependent as it is on shoppers opening their wallets and purses, isn’t likely to rebound anytime soon.

    On the bright side, the practices that consumers have adopted in response to the economic crisis ultimately could — as a raft of new research suggests — make them happier. New studies of consumption and happiness show, for instance, that people are happier when they spend money on experiences instead of material objects, when they relish what they plan to buy long before they buy it, and when they stop trying to outdo the Joneses.

    If consumers end up sticking with their newfound spending habits, some tactics that retailers and marketers began deploying during the recession could become lasting business strategies. Among those strategies are proffering merchandise that makes being at home more entertaining and trying to make consumers feel special by giving them access to exclusive events and more personal customer service.

    While the current round of stinginess may simply be a response to the economic downturn, some analysts say consumers may also be permanently adjusting their spending based on what they’ve discovered about what truly makes them happy or fulfilled.

    “This actually is a topic that hasn’t been researched very much until recently,” says Elizabeth W. Dunn, an associate professor in the psychology department at the University of British Columbia, who is at the forefront of research on consumption and happiness. “There’s massive literature on income and happiness. It’s amazing how little there is on how to spend your money.”

    CONSPICUOUS consumption has been an object of fascination going back at least as far as 1899, when the economist Thorstein Veblen published “The Theory of the Leisure Class,” a book that analyzed, in part, how people spent their money in order to demonstrate their social status.

    And it’s been a truism for eons that extra cash always makes life a little easier. Studies over the last few decades have shown that money, up to a certain point, makes people happier because it lets them meet basic needs. The latest round of research is, for lack of a better term, all about emotional efficiency: how to reap the most happiness for your dollar.

    So just where does happiness reside for consumers? Scholars and researchers haven’t determined whether Armani will put a bigger smile on your face than Dolce & Gabbana. But they have found that our types of purchases, their size and frequency, and even the timing of the spending all affect long-term happiness.

    One major finding is that spending money for an experience — concert tickets, French lessons, sushi-rolling classes, a hotel room in Monaco — produces longer-lasting satisfaction than spending money on plain old stuff.

    “  ‘It’s better to go on a vacation than buy a new couch’ is basically the idea,” says Professor Dunn, summing up research by two fellow psychologists, Leaf Van Boven and Thomas Gilovich. Her own take on the subject is in a paper she wrote with colleagues at Harvard and the University of Virginia: “If Money Doesn’t Make You Happy Then You Probably Aren’t Spending It Right.” (The Journal of Consumer Psychology plans to publish it in a coming issue.)

    Thomas DeLeire, an associate professor of public affairs, population, health and economics at the University of Wisconsin in Madison, recently published research examining nine major categories of consumption. He discovered that the only category to be positively related to happiness was leisure: vacations, entertainment, sports and equipment like golf clubs and fishing poles.

    Using data from a study by the National Institute on Aging, Professor DeLeire compared the happiness derived from different levels of spending to the happiness people get from being married. (Studies have shown that marriage increases happiness.)

    “A $20,000 increase in spending on leisure was roughly equivalent to the happiness boost one gets from marriage,” he said, adding that spending on leisure activities appeared to make people less lonely and increased their interactions with others.

    According to retailers and analysts, consumers have gravitated more toward experiences than possessions over the last couple of years, opting to use their extra cash for nights at home with family, watching movies and playing games — or for “staycations” in the backyard. Many retailing professionals think this is not a fad, but rather “the new normal.”

    “I think many of these changes are permanent changes,” says Jennifer Black, president of the retailing research company Jennifer Black & Associates and a member of the Governor’s Council of Economic Advisors in Oregon. “I think people are realizing they don’t need what they had. They’re more interested in creating memories.”

    She largely attributes this to baby boomers’ continuing concerns about the job market and their ability to send their children to college. While they will still spend, they will spend less, she said, having reset their priorities.

    While it is unlikely that most consumers will downsize as much as Ms. Strobel did, many have been, well, happily surprised by the pleasures of living a little more simply. The Boston Consulting Group said in a June report that recession anxiety had prompted a “back-to-basics movement,” with things like home and family increasing in importance over the last two years, while things like luxury and status have declined.

    “There’s been an emotional rebirth connected to acquiring things that’s really come out of this recession,” says Wendy Liebmann, chief executive of WSL Strategic Retail, a marketing consulting firm that works with manufacturers and retailers. “We hear people talking about the desire not to lose that — that connection, the moment, the family, the experience.”

    Current research suggests that, unlike consumption of material goods, spending on leisure and services typically strengthens social bonds, which in turn helps amplify happiness. (Academics are already in broad agreement that there is a strong correlation between the quality of people’s relationships and their happiness; hence, anything that promotes stronger social bonds has a good chance of making us feel all warm and fuzzy.)

    And the creation of complex, sophisticated relationships is a rare thing in the world. As Professor Dunn and her colleagues Daniel T. Gilbert and Timothy D. Wilson point out in their forthcoming paper, only termites, naked mole rats and certain insects like ants and bees construct social networks as complex as those of human beings. In that elite little club, humans are the only ones who shop.

    AT the height of the recession in 2008, Wal-Mart Stores realized that consumers were “cocooning” — vacationing in their yards, eating more dinners at home, organizing family game nights. So it responded by grouping items in its stores that would turn any den into an at-home movie theater or transform a backyard into a slice of the Catskills. Wal-Mart wasn’t just selling barbecues and board games. It was selling experiences.

    “We spend a lot of time listening to our customers,” says Amy Lester, a spokeswoman for Wal-Mart, “and know that they have a set amount to spend and need to juggle to meet that amount.”

    One reason that paying for experiences gives us longer-lasting happiness is that we can reminisce about them, researchers say. That’s true for even the most middling of experiences. That trip to Rome during which you waited in endless lines, broke your camera and argued with your spouse will typically be airbrushed with “rosy recollection,” says Sonja Lyubomirsky, a psychology professor at the University of California, Riverside.

    Professor Lyubomirsky has a grant from the National Institute of Mental Health to conduct research on the possibility of permanently increasing happiness. “Trips aren’t all perfect,” she notes, “but we remember them as perfect.”

    Another reason that scholars contend that experiences provide a bigger pop than things is that they can’t be absorbed in one gulp — it takes more time to adapt to them and engage with them than it does to put on a new leather jacket or turn on that shiny flat-screen TV.

    “We buy a new house, we get accustomed to it,” says Professor Lyubomirsky, who studies what psychologists call “hedonic adaptation,” a phenomenon in which people quickly become used to changes, great or terrible, in order to maintain a stable level of happiness.

    Over time, that means the buzz from a new purchase is pushed toward the emotional norm.

    “We stop getting pleasure from it,” she says.

    And then, of course, we buy new things.

    When Ed Diener, a psychology professor at the University of Illinois and a former president of the International Positive Psychology Association — which promotes the study of what lets people lead fulfilling lives — was house-hunting with his wife, they saw several homes with features they liked.

    But unlike couples who choose a house because of its open floor plan, fancy kitchens, great light, or spacious bedrooms, Professor Diener arrived at his decision after considering hedonic-adaptation research.

    “One home was close to hiking trails, making going hiking very easy,” he said in an e-mail. “Thinking about the research, I argued that the hiking trails could be a factor contributing to our happiness, and we should worry less about things like how pretty the kitchen floor is or whether the sinks are fancy. We bought the home near the hiking trail and it has been great, and we haven’t tired of this feature because we take a walk four or five days a week.”

    Scholars have discovered that one way consumers combat hedonic adaptation is to buy many small pleasures instead of one big one. Instead of a new Jaguar, Professor Lyubomirsky advises, buy a massage once a week, have lots of fresh flowers delivered and make phone calls to friends in Europe. Instead of a two-week long vacation, take a few three-day weekends.

    “We do adapt to the little things,” she says, “but because there’s so many, it will take longer.”

    BEFORE credit cards and cellphones enabled consumers to have almost anything they wanted at any time, the experience of shopping was richer, says Ms. Liebmann of WSL Strategic Retail. “You saved for it, you anticipated it,” she says.

    In other words, waiting for something and working hard to get it made it feel more valuable and more stimulating.

    In fact, scholars have found that anticipation increases happiness. Considering buying an iPad? You might want to think about it as long as possible before taking one home. Likewise about a Caribbean escape: you’ll get more pleasure if you book a flight in advance than if you book it at the last minute.

    Once upon a time, with roots that go back to medieval marketplaces featuring stalls that functioned as stores, shopping offered a way to connect socially, as Ms. Liebmann and others have pointed out. But over the last decade, retailing came to be about one thing: unbridled acquisition, epitomized by big-box stores where the mantra was “stack ’em high and let ’em fly” and online transactions that required no social interaction at all — you didn’t even have to leave your home.

    The recession, however, may force retailers to become reacquainted with shopping’s historical roots.

    “I think there’s a real opportunity in retail to be able to romance the experience again,” says Ms. Liebmann. “Retailers are going to have to work very hard to create that emotional feeling again. And it can’t just be ‘Here’s another thing to buy.’ It has to have a real sense of experience to it.”

    Industry professionals say they have difficulty identifying any retailer that is managing to do this well today, with one notable exception: Apple, which offers an interactive retail experience, including classes.

    Marie Driscoll, head of the retailing group at Standard & Poor’s, says chains have to adapt to new consumer preferences by offering better service, special events and access to designers. Analysts at the Boston Consulting Group advise that companies offer more affordable indulgences, like video games that provide an at-home workout for far less than the cost of a gym membership.

    Mr. Cohen of the NPD Group says some companies are doing this. Best Buy is promoting its Geek Squad, promising shoppers before they buy that complicated electronic thingamajig that its employees will hold their hands through the installation process and beyond.

    “Nowadays with the economic climate, customers definitely are going for a quality experience,” says Nick DeVita, a home entertainment adviser with the Geek Squad. “If they’re going to spend their money, they want to make sure it’s for the right thing, the right service.”

    With competition for consumer dollars fiercer than it’s been in decades, retailers have had to make the shopping experience more compelling. Mr. Cohen says automakers are offering 30-day test drives, while some clothing stores are promising free personal shoppers. Malls are providing day care while parents shop. Even on the Web, retailers are connecting on customers on Facebook, Twitter and Foursquare, hoping to win their loyalty by offering discounts and invitations to special events.

    FOR the last four years, Roko Belic, a Los Angeles filmmaker, has been traveling the world making a documentary called “Happy.” Since beginning work on the film, he has moved to a beach in Malibu from his house in the San Francisco suburbs.

    San Francisco was nice, but he couldn’t surf there.

    “I moved to a trailer park,” says Mr. Belic, “which is the first real community that I’ve lived in in my life.” Now he surfs three or four times a week. “It definitely has made me happier,” he says. “The things we are trained to think make us happy, like having a new car every couple of years and buying the latest fashions, don’t make us happy.”

    Mr. Belic says his documentary shows that “the one single trait that’s common among every single person who is happy is strong relationships.”

    Buying luxury goods, conversely, tends to be an endless cycle of one-upmanship, in which the neighbors have a fancy new car and — bingo! — now you want one, too, scholars say. A study published in June in Psychological Science by Ms. Dunn and others found that wealth interfered with people’s ability to savor positive emotions and experiences, because having an embarrassment of riches reduced the ability to reap enjoyment from life’s smaller everyday pleasures, like eating a chocolate bar.

    Alternatively, spending money on an event, like camping or a wine tasting with friends, leaves people less likely to compare their experiences with those of others — and, therefore, happier.

    Of course, some fashion lovers beg to differ. For many people, clothes will never be more than utilitarian. But for a certain segment of the population, clothes are an art form, a means of self-expression, a way for families to pass down memories through generations. For them, studies concluding that people eventually stop deriving pleasure from material things don’t ring true.

    “No way,” says Hayley Corwick, who writes the popular fashion blog Madison Avenue Spy. “I could pull out things from my closet that I bought when I was 17 that I still love.”

    She rejects the idea that happiness has to be an either-or proposition. Some days, you want a trip, she says; other days, you want a Tom Ford handbag.

    MS. STROBEL — our heroine who moved into the 400-square foot apartment — is now an advocate of simple living, writing in her spare time about her own life choices at Rowdykittens.com.

    “My lifestyle now would not be possible if I still had a huge two-bedroom apartment filled to the gills with stuff, two cars, and 30 grand in debt,” she says.

    “Give away some of your stuff,” she advises. “See how it feels.”

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  • Talking to Mahmoud Ahmadinejad—and the opposition—about Iran today.



    Letter from Tehran

    After the Crackdown

     

    by Jon Lee Anderson August 16, 2010

     
    In a rare interview with a Western reporter in Iran, the President denied repressing the opposition.

    In a rare interview with a Western reporter in Iran, the President denied repressing the opposition. “Everyone is free,” he said.

    Early this summer, while walking in the Alborz Mountains outside Tehran, I came across three members of Iran’s reformist Green Movement. It was a parching-hot afternoon, and they had taken shelter from the heat in a cherry orchard next to a stream, where fruit hung glistening from the branches. The Alborz Mountains have long provided refuge, clean air, and exercise for the residents of north Tehran. The northern districts are more prosperous than the rest of the city, and their residents are generally more educated and aware of foreign ideas and trends. North Tehran was not the only locus of the Green Movement, but support there was particularly intense last summer after the conservative hard-liner Mahmoud Ahmadinejad claimed victory in the disputed Presidential elections.

    One of the most popular hiking trails begins just outside the walls of Evin Prison, where in recent decades thousands of dissidents have been tortured, killed, and buried in secrecy. A few hundred feet away, just across a wooden bridge over a narrow river canyon, the last paved streets of the city end. Along the river’s banks are open-air teahouses, where nostalgic music is played and people drink fresh cherry juice and smoke narghile waterpipes. Such places offer a respite from the restrictions of life in the Islamic Republic, away from the roving units of religious police and the paramilitary Basij, the plainclothes zealots who attacked Green Movement supporters in last year’s protests.

    Since the government crackdown, street demonstrations have been rare, and so, too, have foreign journalists in Iran. I had been given a visa to come interview Ahmadinejad, and during my stay was watched closely by the government. Even a hike in the mountains did not insure privacy; as I climbed, I saw, among the other hikers, several pairs of men who wore the scraggly beards, nondescript clothing, and tamped-down looks of Basijis. At one point, I passed a unit of soldiers. They were out hiking with everyone else, but it was apparent that they were there to make their presence felt. The women on the trail were flushed and sweating in their chadors and manteaus, the black tunics that Iranian women are obligated to wear over their clothes.

    In the orchard, though, women had taken off their head scarves and were laughing and talking animatedly. People greeted me politely, obviously recognizing me as a Westerner, a rare sight in Tehran these days. One man struck up a conversation; in excellent English, he made it clear that he was a reformist. Three other men who were sitting together nearby looked over appraisingly, then raised their voices enough to be overheard. Quoting the late Iranian poet Ahmad Shamlou, one of them recited:


         They smell your breath,
         lest you might have said I love you.
         They smell your heart.
         These are strange times, my darling.
         The butchers are stationed at each
         crossroads with bloody clubs and cleavers.

    Gesturing toward Tehran in the distance, he said, “There are the new butchers. They sniff out everything, not only in public but in private life, too.” His friends nodded. One of them said, “The people’s frustrations will find an outlet once the cracks in the monolith begin to appear.”

    The man I was speaking with told me that he recognized two of the others, professionals in their fifties, from the protests in June, 2009. They were, he said, followers of the reformist Presidential candidates Mir-Hossein Mousavi and Mehdi Karroubi. The protests, which had started over election fraud, had grown into huge demonstrations against the Islamic regime, the largest in Iran since Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini overthrew the Shah, in 1979. But in the weeks that followed, Iran’s ultimate political authority, Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, endorsed Ahmadinejad’s victory and condemned the protests; riot police and Basij, armed with knives and guns, were sent into the streets to attack the protesters. Between forty and eighty people were killed, Mousavi’s nephew among them, and thousands were arrested.

    In show trials held in August, more than a hundred detainees were paraded in court, many of them thin and pale and clearly terrified; according to Amnesty International, many detainees had been beaten, tortured, and raped by guards and interrogators, often at secret detention centers. Several “confessed” to an improbable range of political crimes, including treason. Since then, most have been released on bail, including the Iranian-Canadian Newsweek correspondent Maziar Bahari, who fled the country. But hundreds of others have been sentenced to harsh prison terms, and at least five sentenced to death. Two have already been hanged for the crime of moharebeh—warring against God.

    The Green Movement continued to hold intermittent demonstrations through the end of last year and, in diminishing numbers, into the spring. But the movement has been constrained. Days before a rally planned for June 12th, the anniversary of the election, Mousavi and Karroubi called it off, explaining that they were doing so for the “safety of the people.”

    During the campaign, Mousavi spoke out brazenly for women’s rights and for normalizing relations with the United States, and denounced Ahmadinejad’s statements questioning the reality of the Holocaust. Now he rarely leaves his home in north Tehran, appearing only in pictures and statements on his own Web site. He and the other reformist leaders have been living under an informal house arrest, subjected to heckling and assaults by pro-regime mobs whenever they venture out.

    At mourning ceremonies held on June 6th, the twenty-first anniversary of the death of Ayatollah Khomeini, his reformist grandson Hassan Khomeini was jeered by hard-liners, who forced him to leave the stage. (Afterward, he reportedly walked up to Iran’s interior minister and punched him in the face, breaking his nose.)

    Mehdi Karroubi, who was also present, was accosted by a mob of men yelling “Death to hypocrites.” A week later, Karroubi visited the reformist cleric Grand Ayatollah Yousef Saanei at his home in the holy city of Qom; while he was there his vehicle was attacked by an organized mob of men chanting “Dirty,” “Corrupt,” and “American stooges.” Under such sustained pressures, the Green Movement has effectively ceased to exist as a visible political force. Karroubi is the only prominent reformist leader who still regularly appears in public.

    In the cherry orchard, the Green Movement men were joined by their wives. One of the women spoke about Spinoza, whose writings had helped lead to the Enlightenment in Europe and the separation of what she called “mosque and state.” “We need a Spinoza in Iran,” she said. In the meantime, she believed, social-networking sites were “the best way forward for the people to be able to communicate and be ready when the rifts in the power structure emerge to provide an opportunity for change.” Otherwise, there was little the Green Movement could do. There could be no more street demonstrations, she said, because it would “cost lives,” and “violence only begets more violence.”

    One of the men disagreed with her. “This revolution came in by violence, and the only way it is going to go is through violence,” he said. “Change will only come when you take it, and make it happen.” The woman said, sadly, “But I must live with some hope. Can’t I?”

    Along the path back to the city, there were stone walls and boulders on which protesters had spray-painted slogans; since the summer, the government had painted them over. The only one left untouched was a stone the size of a goose egg on which someone had scrawled in green crayon, “Death to the dictator.”

    This was a very different Tehran from the one I had last visited in December, 2008, six months before the contested elections. Most of the politicians, journalists, and academics I saw then were no longer free to talk. Among them were the well-known reformists Mohammad Ali Abtahi, a former Vice-President under President Khatami and an influential blogger, and Mohammad Atrianfar, a publisher and adviser to ex-President Ali Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani. The two of them—both robust, outspoken men who had been frankly critical of the faults in Iran’s political system—had been arrested in the post-election crackdown. When they reappeared, weeks later, in the show trials, they were broken figures who humiliated themselves by confessing to a series of outlandish crimes, naming friends and colleagues as their co-conspirators. Abtahi said that he had been guilty of “provoking people, causing tension, and creating media chaos.” Atrianfar praised his “polite interrogators,” said he was proud of his own “defeat,” and spoke of the paramount importance of “preserving the system” in Iran.

    In private, supporters of the movement spend a lot of time thinking over the events of last year. They are often dispirited, even rueful. “People miscalculated,” one of my Iranian friends said. “They thought everyone in the country was like themselves, and that the rest of the country was like Tehran.” The demonstrations, in his view, had as much to do with social class as they did with politics. Mousavi’s and Karroubi’s voters in the Green Movement were largely middle or upper class. The soldiers and the Basij who attacked them were for the most part Ahmadinejad voters, drawn, like the President himself, from the less privileged majority of the city’s population, based predominately in the south of the city. The Green Movement’s ability to put significant numbers of protesters—estimates range from hundreds of thousands to three million—onto Tehran’s streets sometimes created the impression that they represented a majority in the country. “They were wrong,” my friend said. “And their leaders misunderestimated—to paraphrase your former President Bush—just how savage the regime could be.” Adopting a mocking tone of voice, he added, “ ‘What, you thought that with your vote you’d get change? That you actually had a choice?’ ” A friend of his had been detained and released after agreeing to sign a statement of repentance. “His interrogator told him, ‘This time you have no choice. You either submit or I’ll ram this stick up your ass. That’s your choice.’ ”

    Not long after arriving in Tehran, I attended a press conference held by Ahmadinejad—at which I was the only Westerner present—and not a single reporter mentioned the Green Movement. When I asked an Iranian journalist about the omission, he raised his eyebrows and asked, “Why ask about something that doesn’t exist?” Instead, Ahmadinejad took questions about the latest clerical demands for stricter dress codes. This is an important issue for many younger Iranians—in north Tehran, the streets are full of dyed-blond hair, spray tans, and Amy Winehouse-style beehive hairdos—and Ahmadinejad had angered conservative clerics by opposing their demands. A few days later, the Ministry of Culture and Islamic Guidance published official guidelines for appropriate hair styles for Iranian men: pompadours were permitted, but not gelled, spiked, or overlong hair.

    Most of the other questions had to do with the controversy around Iran’s nuclear program. On June 9th, new sanctions had been approved by the U.N. Security Council—with the notable assent of China and Russia—and soon after a separate measure was announced by the U.S. and several other Western governments. Among other things, the American sanctions demanded that foreign firms doing business with Iran, particularly in the oil and gas sectors, give up their interests or risk being banned from the U.S. financial markets. Ahmadinejad retaliated by announcing that Iran would suspend all nuclear talks with the West until late August. Before they could be resumed, he said, Iran must know the position of its negotiating partners in the P5-plus-1 group—the five permanent members of the Security Council plus Germany—toward the “Zionist regime” and its nuclear weapons. Listening to Ahmadinejad, it was hard not to feel that a confrontation was looming.

    Throughout the press conference, he seemed calm and confident, almost cocky. The uneasy manner that characterized his public appearances a few years ago was gone. Since winning reëlection, he had neutralized the main reformist politicians, and was now pursuing his rivals in Iran’s conservative establishment. In recent weeks, he had resumed his ongoing fight with ex-President Rafsanjani—a wealthy ayatollah who is regarded as the ultimate patron of Iran’s reform movement—by mounting a campaign to gain control of one of his most lucrative power bases, the Islamic Azad University. With three hundred and fifty-seven campuses across Iran and some 1.4 million students and faculty members, the university is among Iran’s wealthiest institutions. Ahmadinejad had accused Azad of providing support to the reformists and proposed a bill that would allow a government takeover. Parliament voted against the measure; then, after Ahmadinejad’s loyalists angrily protested and threatened violence, it reversed its decision. (The battle for control has since moved to the courts.) At the press conference, when the President was asked about Rafsanjani he merely glanced away and said, airily, “Next question?”

    A few days later, I was summoned to meet Ahmadinejad at the White Building, part of the Presidential complex in downtown Tehran. The building, which was a Prime Minister’s office in the days of the Shah, is set in walled gardens, and its interior rooms have elegant panelled walls and polished wood floors covered with Persian carpets. Over the wall, in an adjacent compound, lives the Supreme Leader Ayatollah Khamenei, who rarely appears in public but is by constitutional writ the decisive power in Iran.

    Ahmadinejad customarily wears a beige windbreaker, the unofficial uniform of the Basij, but when he received me he had on a gray suit and white shirt without a tie, in the unprepossessing style that is widespread among functionaries of the Islamic Republic. His face was covered in pancake makeup, and the cavernous salon where our meeting was to take place had been set with klieg lights, film parasols, and microphones. The interview, evidently, was going to be filmed for Iranian state television. A bevy of producers, translators, technicians, and bodyguards were gathered, staring. The President and I sat facing each other in the middle of the room. As technicians adjusted my earphone, the President’s press officer, an earnest man in his thirties, approached me to ask solicitously if I would refrain from asking about the likelihood of war between Iran and the United States, and ask instead about the possibilities for “peace.” He also suggested that the President would be pleased to talk about his concern about the global financial crisis and about the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, for which, he said, Ahmadinejad had offered “Iran’s help.”

    Ahmadinejad is expected to attend the U.N. General Assembly when it convenes in New York at the end of the summer, and this interview was clearly a form of Presidential messaging. During my time in Iran, officials repeatedly echoed the theme that, in spite of the new sanctions, they were dealing from a strengthened position, and that they would like to resume nuclear talks, if the conditions were right. One Iran expert I spoke to, who asked not to be identified, told me that Iran wanted “what every country that has gone this route before them—like Pakistan and India—wants: nuclear legitimacy. They want a deal with the U.S. that will accept them as a nuclear power.”

    In the Iranian imagination, a nuclear weapon is essential if the country is to assume its rightful place among the world’s leading nations. Iran once controlled a vast empire that included both Georgia and Tajikistan, and Iranians are proud nationalists, extremely sensitive about what they see as their country’s historic humiliations by Great Britain, the United States, and Russia. At the same time, they hold deep-seated feelings of cultural superiority over their neighbors. This has made for a prevailing world view that is at times both alarmingly naïve and toxically presumptuous.

    The previous afternoon, Ali Akbar Javanfekr, Ahmadinejad’s senior media adviser and the director of IRNA, Iran’s official news agency, had called me to his office and politely suggested that I could be “more than just the President’s interviewer, but an instrument of peace.” I had it in my power, he said, to relay Iran’s “honest and good intentions to the United States.” When I raised the topic of Israel, he affected a mournful look. “Israel is unfortunately doomed,” he said. “I say this without any animosity but as a statement of fact. The rest of the world demands it, and the United States should separate itself, because it can gain nothing from this relationship except more trouble.” He smiled and added, “It is like a mother with a spoiled child, a child that is disobedient and which the mother does not discipline, but also a child which bothers the neighbors.”

    When I suggested that a military confrontation might be a likelier prospect than peace, Javanfekr looked astonished. “You actually think that the United States, after everything—the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan—can still attack Iran?” he said. “They don’t even know what’s going on inside their military command in Kabul”—an allusion to the scandal in which General Stanley McChrystal was removed from his command—“so how can they hope to know what’s happening here?”

    As I left Javanfekr’s office, he gave me a letter to forward to Robert Gibbs, the White House press secretary. In it, he mentioned my interview with President Ahmadinejad and suggested that the White House should “positively reciprocate” by granting an interview with Obama, the first with a U.S. President by an Iranian reporter.

    Ahmadinejad is an engineer by training, with a Ph.D. in traffic management, but he seems to think of himself as a sort of moral philosopher. As is his custom, he began our interview with an unprompted soliloquy about “the universality of humanity, love, friendship, and respect,” then grinned good-naturedly when I asked him if he understood why some were made nervous by his repeated calls for the destruction of Israel and his insistence on Iran’s right to nuclear energy. He replied, “The Iranian nuclear-energy program and the issue of Palestine are two separate issues. They have no connection to one another.” He went on, “Iran has accepted the Non-Proliferation Treaty, we have signed it, and officials of the I.A.E.A. are present in our country; they have cameras that have all of our activities under surveillance. Has the American government accepted the Non-Proliferation Treaty? Hasn’t it used the bomb? Hasn’t it stockpiled them? Who should be concerned about nuclear weapons; should they be concerned or should we?”

    Even leaving aside the fact that the U.S. did ratify the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty, in 1970, Ahmadinejad’s arguments seemed diversionary. A consensus has grown in the West that Iran is indeed seeking the capability to produce nuclear weapons. Robert Gates, the Secretary of Defense, said in June that intelligence suggested Iran could have enough enriched material for a bomb in the next one to three years. A former senior U.S. civilian official who is privy to the Obama Administration’s Iran policy told me, “Information I have seen suggests that Iran has gone beyond its argument that it does not seek a nuclear weapon.” The Iranians have argued that their aims are limited to a civilian nuclear program, but, the official said, “on the basis of the available evidence, it seems that the Iranians would like to be able to be in the position to make a bomb without actually making one.”

    This possibility has distressed American strategists, who feel that there is little difference between having a weapon and being ready to make one. But some analysts think the idea of the bomb could be as useful to Iran as the bomb itself. The Iran expert told me, “The danger posed by Iran is in the eye of the beholder. I do believe that Iran wants a nuclear-weapons capability, but first and foremost for its defense, in order to have a deterrent capability.” He pointed out that Iran’s nuclear program went back to the nineteen-seventies, when the Shah was in power, and intensified in response to Saddam Hussein’s use of chemical weapons. In recent years, with “two to three hundred thousand American troops on either side in Iraq and Afghanistan, and a nuclear-armed Israel,” the desire for a deterrent had “accelerated” in Iran.

    This view is complicated by Iran’s position in regional politics. The United States and Israel have long argued that Iran maintains a program of covert support for terrorism in the Middle East, through Hezbollah, in Lebanon, and Hamas, in Gaza. Last January, it was reported that the U.S. Navy intercepted an Iranian freighter loaded with military supplies as it headed for Syria, and in November Israel’s Navy stopped another ship carrying war matériel; the cargoes were believed to be bound for Hamas and Hezbollah. In March, after several days of meetings with Arab and Israeli leaders in the Middle East, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton told reporters that she had heard many complaints about Iran’s meddling in the region. “It is clear Iran intends to interfere with the internal affairs of all of these people and try to continue their efforts to fund terrorism, whether it is Hezbollah or Hamas or other proxies,” she said.

    When I raised these concerns, Ahmadinejad responded dismissively. “Look, these questions brought up by the Zionists belong to the same order of things that should be eliminated,” he said. “We have never hidden our support for the people of Lebanon, Palestine, or Iraq. . . . We do it with pride, as an act of humanity. The people of Palestine are in their own home. So are the people of Lebanon and Iraq, and in Afghanistan, too. We are not in the home of the Americans. These people who are now governing as Zionists, where were they eighty years ago?”

    Arguments like this are now familiar, and, along with Ahmadinejad’s routine denials of the Holocaust, have led to widespread public outrage in the West and embarrassment in some circles in Iran. Whether he is genuinely or willfully ignorant of twentieth-century history, he certainly understands the provocation he causes with his outrageous language. He looked delighted when I asked if he believed in an international Zionist conspiracy to control the world. (He intimated that he did.) As a solution to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, he suggested, as he has before, that a referendum be held on Israel and the Occupied Territories. “We believe that the people of Palestine, whether they be Muslim, Christian, or Jew, should be allowed to choose their own fate. Those who came from elsewhere, if they are interested in staying, should live under the government of the people, and that government will decide what they should do. If they want to return to their own lands, they can do so.”

    When the interview turned to internal politics, Ahmadinejad denied the numerous reports about his government’s repression of reformists, journalists, and human-rights activists. “One of the problems of the leaders of the West is their lack of information about the issues of the world,” he said. “Show me a country in the West where eighty-five per cent of the people participate in Presidential elections! There aren’t any! Iran is the record-holder in democracy. . . . Today you can see that all my rivals and the so-called ‘opposition’ are free.” He compared the violence against the Green Movement’s demonstrators with the unrest at the recent G-20 summit. “If someone sets fire to a car or a building in America, what will they do to him?” He said he had been “shocked” by TV images showing riot police beating demonstrators, “all because they were against the failure of the West’s economic policies.” He told me, with an earnest look, “Iran would never behave in that way toward people.”

    Ahmadinejad’s claim is contradicted by the accounts of many witnesses. Karroubi later e-mailed me, “Since the very early days after the election, the regime aimed at confining me and controlling my links with my entourage and the members of my party. The state’s first step toward this confinement was to shut down my newspaper, my party’s office, and my personal office.” Karroubi also confirmed the reports of attacks against him, describing the mobs of hard-liners as “mercenaries.” “In my meetings with clerics and other officials, as well as during public ceremonies and events, some mercenaries would attack me. They even went as far as attempting to assassinate me and shooting at my car.” In Qom, he said, they also attacked the houses of Ayatollah Saanei and the late Ayatollah Montazeri after his visits there, breaking their windows. “All these actions have been carried out in order to confine me and to terrify those willing to stay in contact with me.”

    Still, Ahmadinejad insisted that in Iran there was freedom to say and do as one liked. “Look here, you are comfortably speaking to me with no apprehension,” he said. “No American President has ever had the courage to allow an Iranian reporter to do the same, to freely ask him questions. Is this a freedom or a dictatorship?”

    When I asked Ahmadinejad if he would allow me to interview Mousavi, Karroubi, and Khatami, he said, “Is it up to me to authorize someone to interview someone else? Everyone is free. Of course, some people may have some limitations within the judicial system; that is up to the judge; it has nothing to do with the government. There is freedom here. They all have Web sites, news channels, and newspapers, and they say whatever they want about me. No one disturbs them.”

    But the closing of Karroubi’s newspaper was part of a wide-ranging censorship drive, in which numerous other publications, including political, economic, and cultural journals, were suspended or banned for such transgressions as provoking “unrest and chaos” and fostering a “creeping coup.” Official firewalls have been erected to block Western and Iranian opposition news sites; many Western satellite TV channels, such as the BBC’s highly regarded Farsi-language service, have also been blocked intermittently.

    Ahmadinejad affirmed that relations between Iran and the U.S. had become increasingly confrontational: “I am not happy with this situation. Iranians are not happy with it.” He recalled that after Barack Obama’s victory in 2008 he had sent the new President a congratulatory open letter and soon after proposed bilateral talks, “in front of the media.” As a result, he had endured a great deal of criticism at home and abroad, he said, but Obama had not reciprocated. Instead, there had been only threats from him since he became President.

    In fact, within weeks of taking office, Obama released a video message to Iran, on the occasion of Nowruz, the Persian New Year, in which he offered his commitment to a policy of “engagement that is honest and grounded in mutual respect” and “to diplomacy that addresses the full range of issues before us.” Ayatollah Khamenei, who ordinarily does not involve himself in public politics, challenged Obama’s message, saying that Iran wanted more than “changes in words” from the United States.

    Since then, Obama’s team has pursued opportunities for dialogue, while remaining insistent that Iran not develop a nuclear weapon. (In this year’s Nowruz message, Obama lamented that, “faced with an extended hand, Iran’s leaders have shown only a clenched fist.”) During the post-election unrest, Obama awkwardly refrained from embracing the Green Movement protests, apparently on the assumption that any statements of support might undermine the chances for nuclear talks.

    In May, Ahmadinejad signed a deal with the leaders of Brazil and Turkey, in which Iran promised to hand over approximately half of its stock of low-enriched uranium in exchange for a smaller quantity of more highly enriched uranium—sufficient for Iran’s medical needs and research purposes. Although the Obama Administration had previously encouraged Brazil and Turkey to intercede, it rejected this deal, on the ground that it did not address concerns over Iran’s nuclear intentions, and immediately sought the new sanctions package at the U.N. Security Council. Ahmadinejad shook his head. “What was the response? A sanctions resolution,” he said. In America’s government, “the personalities have changed, but the policies have not changed. They still think they need to hold up a bludgeon in order to get concessions from us,” he said. “Remember that this method has already failed. It has been tried before, and has no future. Unfortunately, Mr. Obama is on the road to failure.”

    As the interview ended, Ahmadinejad and I got up from our seats, and technicians removed our earphones and microphones. One of the President’s aides said to him, “It seems like the Americans want to sort out all their problems with the Muslim world at once!” Ahmadinejad, evidently concerned that the remark was being picked up by a microphone, said curtly, “Be careful what you say!”

    Despite Ahmadinejad’s assurances that I was free to interview whomever I liked, a senior government official told me that I should avoid behaving “sneakily” during my stay, illustrating his point with a serpentine movement of his hand. In the end, I was authorized to interview only one other person: Hossein Shariatmadari, an adviser to Khamenei, and the editor-in-chief of Kayhan, the daily newspaper that speaks for Iran’s clerical establishment. Shariatmadari was imprisoned in his twenties for his activities as a militant follower of Ayatollah Khomeini, and was serving a life sentence when the Shah fled Iran, in 1979. When Khomeini took power, he was freed, but the Shah’s torturers left him without any of his original teeth. Though he is sixty-one, his mouth is sunken like a very old man’s.

    Shariatmadari is a frank speaker, and his pronouncements are a generally reliable barometer for the opinions of Iran’s Supreme Leader. Six months before the June, 2009, election, he had predicted to me that Ahmadinejad would win, and afterward he had repeatedly called for the arrest of Iran’s reformist leaders, whom he refers to as “Fifth Columnists” for the West.

    “The circumstances today are certainly very sensitive” between the U.S. and Iran, he said carefully. “But it can’t be called a crisis.” Indeed, from the perspective of Iran’s government the situation today seemed advantageous. Shariatmadari said, “In his reaction to the unrest in Iran, Obama threw away all the political capital the U.S. had built up here. Although it turned out to be a catastrophe for Obama and his Israeli allies, it was a good opportunity for us.” He explained, “Over the past two decades, the West had mobilized some groups and trends and hatched some plots for their planned subversive D Day against the Islamic Republic. Mr. Obama saw the election time in Iran as his opportunity and used those people the West had saved up for the purpose. And he put all his eggs in one basket.”

    If anything, Obama has been criticized for showing scant support for the Green Movement, and yet Shariatmadari suggested that reformists were something like sleeper agents for the West, and that the unrest had helped the Islamic Republic by exposing their identities. “Obama gave us an opportunity to see who the subversives were. So, in that sense, we have actually taken a step forward.” He went on, “Some people have protested to us and asked, ‘Why didn’t you arrest Khatami, Mousavi, and Karroubi during the unrest, when their involvement was revealed?’ But it was very clever not to arrest them, because it finally showed their true faces.”

    The Green Movement, he said, was part of a grand conspiracy—conceived by, among others, Michael Ledeen (a veteran foreign-policy hawk), Richard Haass (the president of the Council on Foreign Relations), Gene Sharp (an authority on nonviolent resistance), and George Soros (the financier and philanthropist)—with the aim of overthrowing Iran’s government. The protests were not against Ahmadinejad, he explained, but “against the whole system.” Fortunately, “the people” had been mobilized and had stopped the conspiracy in its tracks.

    The officially encouraged mobs of hecklers, the attacks on the clerics Saanei and Karroubi, and the embarrassing incident with Khomeini’s grandson indicated that Ahmadinejad’s victory over the Green Movement had come at a cost; the religious establishment and Iranian society at large seemed far less unified than Shariatmadari claimed. He acknowledged that there were differences, but denied that the Islamic Revolution was tearing itself apart. “Please note carefully,” Shariatmadari said. “The Islamic Revolution is not devouring its children but purging its delinquent children.” Speaking of the reformist leaders, he went on, “Ultimately, they will be arrested because they have committed crimes, and they will definitely be tried for treason and imprisoned, but not right now.”

    The United States’ decision to ignore the nuclear-swap deal and push through a new sanctions package was also “positive for us,” he maintained. “First, because it shows that the Americans are not interested in positive engagement, and prefer force, and, secondly, because if the sanctions are implemented it may hurt us, but it won’t seriously harm us, because many other countries will complain that their interests are hurt by such sanctions. Any country with seventy billion dollars of buying capacity cannot really be hurt by sanctions.”

    Furthermore, he said, “if they think they are going to inspect our ships,” as stipulated in the sanctions, “they should remember that the Straits of Hormuz are under our control, and that if anyone inspects our ships we will retaliate. A British ship may inspect one of ours, let’s say, but when they enter the Straits it will be our turn.” (Two weeks later, Iran’s conservative-led parliament passed a resolution demanding “retaliation” by Iran’s government in the event of any coercive inspections of Iranian ships by foreign navies.)

    Despite Shariatmadari’s dismissals, Iran’s economy is troubled. For decades, the government has diverted roughly a hundred billion dollars a year of the country’s oil wealth into a system of price subsidies, which the sanctions have made increasingly unsustainable. Ahmadinejad has attempted in recent months to pass a bill that would cut those subsidies by forty per cent, a politically risky move; the measure would cause the price of gas to quadruple, by some estimates, and would vastly increase the cost of basic goods, which could seriously damage his standing among poorer Iranians. Ahmadinejad has wavered on implementation dates. In an effort to shore up the government’s revenues, the bill also calls for increasing taxes on merchants by seventy per cent. In mid-July, the influential merchants of the Grand Bazaar in Tehran shut down their shops in protest. The strike was effective: the government backed down, promising to raise taxes by only fifteen per cent.

    But sanctions alone may not cause enough distress to bring Iranians back out onto the streets. For most Iranians, life will probably become tougher, but not insurmountably so. And if they believe that their country’s economic woes have been caused largely by Western sanctions, as Ahmadinejad has insisted, they may be just as likely to rally around the government as to protest against it, especially if tensions with the United States and Israel continue. “Keep in mind, too, that public opinion in the world is on our side now,” Shariatmadari added. “In the Middle East people are just waiting to see who will defy the West.”

    Shariatmadari seemed to preclude the possibility of a military assault by American forces. “They are in a blind alley in their wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. They have failed. What have they achieved in either country? It’s very difficult now for them to prepare public opinion for another attack.” He dismissed the idea that an attack would likely come in the form of air strikes, aimed at devastating the country’s nuclear installations as well as its military capabilities. “There is no possibility for a limited attack against us. Any attack on us means all-out war. We won’t let them go. Yes, they may limit the war, but the end of the war is not in their hands,” he said. “In whatever combination they attack us, the Americans with Israel or without, we will hit Israel. They have nukes, yes, but their entire territory will be under the barrage of our missiles.”

    Shariatmadari ended our interview with a prediction: “Five years from now, Iran and the U.S. will still not have any diplomatic relations. The U.S. will ultimately accept a nuclear Iran, and will find another pretext in order to confront it. I see a very low probability of war, because the U.S. is not in a position to attack us. Of course, some politicians in America may make a stupid mistake, but let’s hope there are some wise men among them.”

    American officials find the regime’s brash talk worrisome. “The view there that the United States is militarily incapable, that’s a dangerous view,” Lee Hamilton, the former congressman and co-chair of the Iraq Study Group, told me. “It’s not a question of capability. If we have the will to do it, I think we can.” He believes that Ahmadinejad might have misread the West’s intentions. “They are very isolated in Iran and they don’t know the United States nearly as well as they think they do.”

    Nonetheless, in the past few weeks the Iranian government has seemed newly open to negotiating. On July 26th, the European Union and Canada announced yet another round of sanctions; the same day, Iran’s government sent a letter to the International Atomic Energy Agency that, an Iranian official said, offered its willingness to resume talks on the Brazil-Turkey deal “without any conditions.” The former senior civilian U.S. official said he believed the sanctions had the desired effect. “In my experience, the things that have the most influence on Iran are those which find ways to block what they want to do, and one of those things is to be a big regional player. They can’t do that very well under sanctions. They respond to adversity.”

    Meanwhile, Obama has kept up the pressure on Iran to make a more comprehensive deal. In recent weeks, the Administration publicly raised both the prospect of negotiations and the possibility of war. Hamilton said that officials were still debating the best approach to take with Iran, but many felt that the time for diplomacy had begun to run out. “Since about three months ago, there is a discernible mood for military action,” he said. “The Administration has said that a nuclear weapon in Iran is unacceptable, which implies that containment is off the agenda.” (He noted, though, that the U.S. had ruled out containment in the past, only to embrace it later, as with North Korea.)

    On August 1st, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Admiral Mike Mullen, confirmed on “Meet the Press” that the United States had made contingency plans for a strike against Iran. “Military actions have been on the table and remain on the table,” he said. “I hope we don’t get to that, but it’s an important option, and it’s one that’s well understood.” Mullen added that he worried that an attack could have “unintended consequences that are difficult to predict in what is an incredibly unstable part of the world.”

    Three days later, Obama told reporters that he remained open to negotiations with the Iranians, if they offer “confidence-building measures.” He said, “It is very important to put before the Iranians a clear set of steps that we would consider sufficient to show that they are not pursuing nuclear weapons,” and added, “They should know what they can say ‘yes’ to.”

    If Obama is to bring Iran to talks, he will have to overcome a good deal of resistance in Washington. “You saw the sanctions vote. What was it, four hundred and eight to eight in Congress?” Hamilton said. “Obama is confronted with a very strong, very committed, very heartfelt opposition to Iran in Congress.” This difficulty is compounded by frustration over the inability to find a diplomatic solution. Because America’s engagement with Iran has focussed on the single, intractable issue of nuclear arms, it has become difficult for the Administration to make perceptible progress. Obama has been more successful than Bush in orchestrating an international sanctions effort. But, after sanctions, what else can he do?

    Hamilton advocated a patient course of continued diplomacy. “There won’t be a parting of the skies overnight. The Iranians seem to feel the United States must go first, and make a dramatic gesture, but such a gesture by Obama is very difficult right now. . . . My feeling is that the talks must be conducted secretly, whoever does them or wherever they take place.”

    With its constant tension and endless delays, Hamilton said, the American-Iranian impasse reminded him of Cold War-era relations with the Soviet Union. “Year after year, we met and read out speeches to each other and then raised toasts to our grandchildren with each other, but nothing ever happened. Then, finally, we got down to talks, and things moved. I hope this doesn’t take forty years.”

    Reformist groups in Iran have tended to wax and wane—the movement that deposed the Shah took nearly twenty years to gather its full strength—but the Green Movement as it stands seems to present little threat to Iran’s government. Mousavi, on his Web site, recently criticized Ahmadinejad for his handling of nuclear negotiations, saying that his efforts have made sanctions worse and prevented Iran from developing “peaceful nuclear technology.” Some analysts interpret this as part of Mousavi’s continuing attempt to present himself as an unflinching nationalist, in the hope of retaining influence in the reformist movement. But the Iran expert told me that, in the absence of strong leadership, the movement was splintering. He explained, “The Green Movement was made up of different kinds of people: those who hated the regime, those who were offended by the election fraud, and those who joined because they were offended by the treatment of the prisoners. Eventually, they began to separate out.”

    One Iranian, who asked to remain anonymous out of concern for his safety, described the movement’s status. “Despotism works,” he said. “That’s what this situation shows. The reformist movement is over. The middle classes aren’t willing to die en masse, and the regime knows this. It has killed and punished just enough people to send the message of what it is capable of doing. The reformist leaders and the regime have a kind of unspoken pact: ‘Don’t organize any more demonstrations or say anything and we’ll leave you alone. Do anything and we’ll arrest you.’ It’s over.”

    But the members of the movement I spoke to have not changed their sympathies. In Tehran, I was invited to watch a televised soccer match in the home of an Iranian family. During a break in the action, someone mentioned that I had interviewed President Ahmadinejad that week. One of my hosts, a professional woman in her thirties, immediately put two fingers into her mouth and bent over in a pantomime of gagging. “Oh, how I hate him,” she said. “He makes my skin crawl. He is the worst kind of Iranian; he offends our dignity and our sense of ethics, and the worst thing is he thinks he is so clever.” The mere mention of his name, she said, made her feel depressed. In the crackdown that has followed last year’s unrest, she added, many of her friends and acquaintances—mostly other educated young professionals, of the sort that overwhelmingly supported the Green Movement—had fled the country, or were planning to. She did not plan to emigrate, but she understood the urge to do so. “The frustration is almost too great to bear. People feel so robbed, and their dignity and hopes are so offended. Every day, it is so painful. It hurts. This feeling will not just go away. The Green Movement represents this feeling, and it can’t just disappear. Somehow, maybe in another shape, it has to reëmerge.”

    ILLUSTRATION: BARRY BLITT
    Copyright. New Yorker. Magazine. 2010 All Rights Reserved





  • Craigslist vigilant in barring child sex ads

     

    By Jim Buckmaster, Special to CNN
    STORY HIGHLIGHTS
    • Craigslist CEO says site uses comprehensive preventive measures to bar child sex ads
    • Jim Buckmaster: Site works with nonprofits, law enforcement to make sure victims get aid
    • Buckmaster says his site is virtually the only ad venue that vigorously combats this crime
    • He writes that measures have driven criminals away from Craigslist to permissive sites

    Editor’s note: Jim Buckmaster is president and CEO of Craigslist, the most used classified advertising service in any medium, relied on by more than 50 million Americans each month for finding jobs, housing, secondhand items, friendship, romance, services, events and local community information.

    San Francisco, California (CNN) – As all people of conscience will agree, human trafficking and child exploitation are utterly despicable and horrendous crimes.

    In contrast with the epidemic numbers often cited for the nation as a whole, the incidence of such crimes is low and getting lower on Craigslist because of the comprehensive preventive measures we have taken. Some experts now liken the relative rarity on Craigslist to “looking for a needle in a haystack.”

    Nevertheless, any misuse of our site whatsoever in facilitating such unspeakable crimes is unacceptable, and we will continue to work tirelessly, in tandem with law enforcement and key nonprofits, to ensure that any victims receive the assistance they desperately need and deserve, and that those responsible are imprisoned.

    We believe Craigslist is one of the few bright spots and success stories in the fight against these terrible scourges. We’ve been told as much by experts on the front lines of this fight, many of whom we have met with, and many of whom have shared helpful suggestions that we have incorporated in our approach. Even politicians looking to advance their careers at the expense of Craigslist’s good name grudgingly admit, when pressed, that we have made huge strides, and that Craigslist is virtually alone among advertising venues in vigorously combating these problems.

    Indeed, to our knowledge, only Craigslist, out of countless venues, takes any of the following measures, let alone all of them:

    • Educating and encouraging users to report trafficking and exploitation

    • Prominently featuring anti-trafficking and exploitation resources

    • Creating specialized search interfaces for law enforcement

    • Providing support for law enforcement anti-crime sweeps and stings

    • Actively participating in the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children’s cyber-tipline program

    • Leading all awareness efforts for the National Trafficking Hotline

    • Meeting regularly with experts at nonprofits and in law enforcement

    • Manually reviewing every adult service ad before posting

    • Requiring phone verification for every adult service ad

    • Implementing the PICS content labeling system.

    Last year, we began manual screening of each adult services ad before its posting, and those unwilling to conform to Craigslist’s standards left in droves for the many venues that do not screen ads. This migration is a matter of public record.

    You do not hear about arrests connected to the vast majority of adult services advertising because the venues hosting those ads do not cooperate with law enforcement, do not urge their users to be on the lookout for and report suspected trafficking and exploitation, do not participate in reporting programs, do not consult regularly with experts and advocacy groups, and in fact do not take any of the preventive measures we have taken.

    Looking on the bright side, the potential for progress would be enormous if all such venues would adopt the practices that Craigslist has established.

    We are aware that some have called for “shutting down” the adult services section of Craigslist. Fortunately, most concerned parties seem to realize that declassifying adult services ads back into Craigslist personals, services, and other categories, and offsite to venues that have no interest in combating trafficking and exploitation or in assisting law enforcement, would simply undo all the progress we have made, undermine our primary mission of evolving Craigslist community sites according to user feedback, set back the efforts of our partners in law enforcement and exacerbate the very societal epidemic we all seek to end.

    Read an alternate view accusing Craigslist of publishing such ads

    In serving our users and the general public as best we can, Craigslist has to balance an immense amount of passionate and often conflicting feedback, and at the end of the day do what our consciences tell us is right.

    Certainly the adult services arena has exemplified this. Passionately held opinions on the part of respected experts and well-intentioned citizens range from insistence that all aspects of the “adult industry” must be legalized and regulated in order to make further progress against trafficking and child exploitation, to those equally insistent that the entire industry must be further criminalized and marginalized for such progress to be made.

    Fortunately, there is a lot of common ground among all concerned parties, regardless of ideology, and we are focused on making further progress by continuing to seek and incorporate the collective wisdom of the many who have generously shared their ideas and advice about these complex issues.

    As a community site facilitating billions of human interactions among more than 50 million Americans each month, we face many of the same difficult social problems that have faced communities throughout the ages, and all the support, advice and encouragement we have received from so many is sincerely appreciated.

    The opinions expressed in this commentary are solely those of Jim Buckmaster.

     

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  • Tragedy of Comedy

    Fred R. Conrad/The New York Times

    Maureen Dowd

     

    August 3, 2010

    Tragedy of Comedy

    WASHINGTON

    I got an e-mail from Sam Wasson, the 28-year-old author of “Fifth Avenue, 5 A.M.,” the best seller about the making of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” thanking me for mentioning the book.

    I’ve never met Wasson, a film student turned film writer hailed by The New Yorker as “a fabulous social historian.” But within seconds, after I told him that I loved the bit in his book about the on-screen/off-screen chemistry of Audrey Hepburn and Albert Finney in the incandescent “Two for the Road,” we were madly e-mailing back and forth on a subject of mutual obsession and depression: Why romantic comedies now reek. Here’s our exchange:

    Me: “How did we get from ‘Two for the Road’ to ‘The Bounty’ and ‘He’s Just Not That Into You?’ ”

    Sam: “This is the question I ask myself every morning and keep asking all day, and annoy all my friends and lovers with. Every time I see Jennifer Aniston’s or Jennifer Garner’s face I wince. Basically, every time I see someone named Jennifer. They say the problem is teenage boys and girls, that they drive the marketplace. But I say they only drive the marketplace because there’s nothing out there for grown-ups to see. Apropos, I can’t remember the last time I saw two people really falling in love in a movie. Now all we get is the meet cute, a montage, a kiss, then acoustic song into fade out. Nothing experiential, only movies manufactured from movies. Apparently, there was once a time when Jill Clayburgh danced around in her underwear. She laughed, she cried, she hurt, but it seems like a legend that never happened. Now we have ‘The Bounty’ and I don’t know what to do on Friday nights. Are you sorry you asked?”

    Me: “Why can’t studios and stars find witty writers to go beyond bridesmaid dress movies?”

    Sam: “I am not joking when I say that because there is nothing to see (especially, and tragically, in romantic comedy) my girlfriend and I have had to stay home and in some cases fight. If there were better movies out there, I am sure so many relationship disasters may have been averted. Also, romantic comedies, the good ones, taught me how to love, or at least instructed me on how to try. If I were falling in love now for the first time and going to see this garbage thinking this was real, I would be in deep [expletive]. It was only after I saw ‘Annie Hall’ as a wee Jew that I realized what it was to be a person in love. It has been a touchstone ever since. Back in the days of one-foot-on-the-floor, wit was the best (and only) way to talk about sex. Wit was — this is incredible — commercial. Even something as ridiculous as ‘Pillow Talk’ winks at you. If people only realized that Paramount in the ’30s and ’40s was the golden age of American wit. Algonquin Round Table, eat your black hearts out. The question is, will there be a backlash? A renaissance? I don’t think people realize how dire the situation is. I mean culturally, emotionally, the whole idea of romance is gone, gone, gone. … And I don’t care how good the novelist, I’ve never read anything that touches Kate Hepburn and Cary Grant in ‘Bringing Up Baby.’ Is it too early to drink?”

    Me: “Where are new Sturgeses and Lubitsches?”

    Sam: “When ‘Up in the Air’ (which I actually liked) came out last year, people were calling Jason Reitman the new Preston Sturges. What they meant was Reitman respects language. He is interested in the vernacular, like Sturges was. The major difference is that Sturges invented a dialect all his own, one that really sang with American pluck. But that the comparison was ever made goes to show you how desperate (certain) people are for real romantic comedy. If the bar were any lower, they’d be calling James Cameron the next Sturges. As for Lubitsch, there will never, ever, ever be another. Ever. A guy like that comes around once in a universe. Proof is that even Billy Wilder, whose motto was ‘What would Lubitsch do?,’ tried but never came close.”

    Me: “With so many women running studios, you’d think they’d focus on making better rom-coms.”

    Sam: “Even the studios that are run by women aren’t run by women. They’re run by corporations, which are run by franchises. Unfortunately for us, Jennifer Aniston is a franchise. So is Katherine Heigl and Gerard Whatever-His-Name-Is, and even when their movies bomb, their franchise potential isn’t compromised because overseas markets, DVD sales and cable earn all the studio’s money back. I’m told that ‘Knight and Day,’ that awful Cruise/Diaz movie, has already been good for Fox for exactly this reason. The worst part of it is, from Hollywood’s point of view, it ain’t broke. I never thought I’d say this, but thank God for TV. O.K., now I am drinking.”


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  • David Coulthard: Michael Schumacher must do more than apologise to repair legacy

     

    Mercedes driver Michael Schumacher has a long way to go before he can fully repair his tainted legacy in Formula One.

     
    Michael Schumacher must do more than merely apologise to repair tainted legacy
    Controversial: Michael Schumacher (left) has come in for criticism after turning his car in towards Williams driver Rubens Barrichello at the Hungarian Grand Prix Photo: EA

    Stop the presses. Miracles can happen.

    I’m not sure whether Michael Schumacher was ordered to apologise by Mercedes, whether the morning papers got to him (it would be a first) or whether he has truly had a change of heart over his performance in Sunday’s Hungarian Grand Prix, when he nearly put Rubens Barrichello into a wall at 200mph, but we may have to revise our opinions of him.

    Perhaps the 2010 Michael has realised the error of his ways? Certainly this would have been completely out of character in his first F1 career.

    I remember a conversation I had with him at Monza in 1998. It was the race after he had crashed into the back of me at Spa; the one where he sought me out in the McLaren garage afterwards and gave the watching snappers something of a gift-wrapped opportunity by throttling yours truly to the words: “Are you trying to ——- kill me?”

    Anyway, we met at a neutral venue, the catering tent adjacent to Bernie Ecclestone’s paddock home. Michael was refusing to accept any responsibility for what happened in Belgium.

    I asked him whether he had ever been wrong about anything at any point in his life. “Not that I can remember,” he responded.

    In many respects that story, for me, summed up his flawed genius. A brilliant driver but an outcast from the sporting Hall of Fame because of occasional bouts of unsportsmanlike behaviour.

    Sunday’s episode at the Hungaroring was merely the latest in a long line of on-track indiscretions. Adelaide 1994, Jerez 1997, Monaco 2005… not only does Michael employ the crudest tactics imaginable on occasion, he refuses to apologise for them, even when demonstrably in the wrong.

    Until Monday that is.

    So are we to believe he has turned a corner? Or is he simply trying to stem the tide of moral outrage?

    One thing I would say for him is that he has shown a good deal more humility in press conferences this year; smiling, patient, open about his lack of success. Mind you, given his on-track form I guess he hasn’t had much choice.

    There is no doubt that he screwed up badly on Sunday, apology or no apology. It is no exaggeration to say that at that speed, contact might have been fatal. When wheels touch, cars can go airborne and once that happens you are to some extent in the lap of the gods.

    A driver’s head is exposed and as we saw with Felipe Massa in Hungary last year, it does not require much in the way of debris to cause serious damage.

    Michael was clearly in the wrong. As Rubens said, you pick a line and stick to it. You do not drift progressively further over towards your rival, and certainly not when he has pulled up alongside you with a wall on the other side of him. But it was his complete lack of contrition afterwards that really stuck in the craw.

    “We know certain drivers have certain views, and then there’s Rubens,” he said as if the Brazilian was merely getting upset because of their history together at Ferrari.

    That arrogance was tolerated, even excused, when he was winning races. It was part of the whole package. Now that he is being regularly shown up by his younger team-mate and compatriot, Nico Rosberg, such lapses of character will not wash.

    Until he made his apology, the calls for him to quit immediately were shrill. I wonder whether his mea culpa will make any difference.

    Personally I do not subscribe to the view that he should be hounded out now. He is not the worst driver on the grid and if he believes he still has one big punch left in him, and someone is willing to pay him to deliver it, he can make his own mind up about how long he should continue.

    But he should be warned; if he chooses to stay, episodes such as the one we saw on Sunday will badly damage his legacy. An apology was a start, but he has a way to go before he can be considered a true champion in every sense of the word.

     

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  • What’s behind Spain’s run of sporting success?

    Jul 26, 2010 11:25 EDT

    CYCLING-TOUR/

    Spanish sports fans have never had it so good.

    The Iberian nation is celebrating its latest triumphs after a month of success that local media have called a golden age.

    On Sunday, Alberto Contador sealed his third Tour de France title, Fernando Alonso won the German Formula One Grand Prix, and Jorge Lorenzo roared to MotoGP victory in the U.S.

    Pictures of Contador clad in the Tour winner’s yellow jersey and Alonso in the red driving suit of Ferrari dominated the newspaper’s front pages, chiming perfectly with the colours of the Spanish flag.

    All that just two weeks after Spain secured its first World Cup soccer crown and three weeks after Rafa Nadal won Wimbledon for the second time.

    It was enough to leave the daily Marca proclaiming Spain “the world’s great sporting superpower”.

    And El Mundo wrote: “The victories of Alonso and Contador end the best month in the history of Spanish sport. Both in group sports … as well as in individual disciplines, Spanish sport is sweeping all before it.”

    But what explains the bonanza? Are the results coincidence or the ultimate reward for years of investment and patience?

    Few seem able to locate the silver bullet.

    La Razon argued that the reasons for the success were “training, mental attitude and talent”, while an El Pais editorial said there was no reason to think the “golden age” would be brief or exceptional.

    Marca wrote: “The period capped by Contador (on Sunday) is unprecedented. No country has ever achieved it before — neither the U.S. nor the defunct Soviet Union, who turned courts and pitches into the battle ground for the Cold War and victory into an affair of state.”

    Marca said the achievements were down to hard work training young athletes and the efforts of figures such as Juan Antonio Samaranch, the Spanish former International Olympic Committee president.

    Some in the media compared the glory on the sporting fields to the gloom in Spain’s economy and the apparent inability of politicians to tackle soaring unemployment and the woes of the financial sector.

    One of the reasons cited for the nation’s victory at the World Cup in South Africa was the ability of players from different regions with nationalist ambitions to work together towards a collective goal for Spain.

    Those running the country would do well to follow that lead, El Mundo wrote.

    “It is not that common for sport to lead a society suffering from various crises: economic, political and in the very model of the state,” the paper wrote. But that is the case here. And the values which our athletes are demonstrating are the best recipe to overcome both the recession as well as the lack of a wider collective project of a nation.”

     

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  • The Age of Laura Linney

    Brigitte Lacombe for The New York Times

    Linney filming a scene from “The Big C” on location in Stamford, Conn. More Photos »

     

    July 28, 2010

    The Age of Laura Linney

    WITH THREE EMMYS, three Oscar nominations and two Tony nominations to her credit, Laura Linney could have easily been forgiven for treating her third Tony nomination — for “Time Stands Still,” which ran from January to March of this year — with a bit of a shrug, especially since she was certain she wouldn’t win. The statuette for Best Actress in a Play was expected to go to Viola Davis, for “Fences.” (And indeed it did.)

    But on the mid-June morning of the awards, over a chai latte in a Starbucks near her Manhattan apartment, Linney bubbled with anticipation for the big night. Just to participate in such a grand tradition and join her peers in the gilded splendor of Radio City Music Hall — that seemed to be excitement and validation enough for her. Without prompting, she ticked off highlights from Tony ceremonies she had watched over the years, special moments she replays in her head.

    “Patti LuPone winning for ‘Evita,’ ” she said. “Jennifer Holliday singing from ‘Dreamgirls.’ ” She smiled a goofy smile, which brought out her deep dimples, so that she looked, at 46, like a bedazzled ingénue. Then she finished her drink and grabbed hold of the purse into which she had stuffed a pair of Louis Vuitton pumps, and off we went to a Tonys dress rehearsal. Linney was to be a presenter, and she wanted to test those high heels on the Radio City stage, where she had been before. “When you’re up there and you look out,” she said, “it’s fantastic.”

    As we entered the auditorium, performers from the musical “American Idiot” were ripping through a spirited anthem. She stopped dead in her tracks. “It’s 10 in the morning,” she said. “They had two shows yesterday. And here they are. But are they phoning it in? No.”

    She bumped into Antonio Banderas, then Cate Blanchett: hugs all around. Linney has done enough work in enough different media, toggling with unusual fluidity among plays and movies and TV, to have met almost everybody who’s anybody. If you need six degrees of Kevin Bacon to connect luminaries in the entertainment world, you need only three or four with Linney.

    And yet her sense of wonder endures. Either that or she’s a more gifted actress than even her fiercest admirers realize. “You just have to see this!” she exclaimed at one point, tugging me backstage. “It’s just too much fun, all the different casts bumping into each other.” We wandered amid the chaos, squeezing past Sean Hayes and taking care not to step on the far-flung frontiers of Catherine Zeta-Jones’s gown. By the time we emerged back into the auditorium, dancers from the musical “Memphis” had begun a number, and Linney stood rapt while they whirled and tumbled for all they were worth.

    “It makes me want to cry,” she said, watching them. “I just love it.”

    PEOPLE WHO HAVE WORKED with Linney constantly remark on the earnestness of her enthusiasm, usually just before or after they gush about what a humble, decent person she is. The anecdotal evidence piles up high. There is the story of the time on the set of the TV miniseries “Tales of the City” when she washed and massaged the feet of its director, Alastair Reid, out of concern for his bunions. There is the story of the time on the set of the movie “Kinsey” when she rushed to the rescue of a crew member whose fingertip had been severed by a fan, helped staunch the flow of blood and applied cold compresses to his fevered brow.

    To write about her is to succumb gradually to desperation and hopelessness — there just doesn’t seem to be any route around the fluffiest of the puffiest of articles — and to grovel for even a grain of dirt. Is it possible she doesn’t recycle? Files her taxes late? Chews her cuticles?

    Linney herself isn’t any help. During one conversation I brought up Alicia Silverstone, one of her co-stars in “Time Stands Still,” figuring that a possible faintness of praise might establish a limit to her generosity of spirit. Linney, after all, came up through Juilliard, Silverstone through Aerosmith videos. “Oh, I love her,” Linney said, “I love her. Because she’s engaged in her life. She’s engaged in her life in a way that’s so admirable.” Then she added, unprompted: “And she’s a great actress. Being onstage with her — she’s a really great actress who’s not been respected.” I scoured those sentences for sarcasm. None present.

    So Linney’s joyful, even beatific demeanor during the Tonys rehearsal was in large part just an extension of an upbeat personality seemingly bereft of cynicism or guile.

    But the magnitude of her delight was informed by something else too. These days her thoughts turn frequently to how lucky she is — how lucky anyone is — simply to experience the pleasure of being alive. It’s a cliché, yes, but isn’t it true? And isn’t it often forgotten? Linney’s next big role, in a project as risky as any she has done, asks questions no less essential than these.

    In “The Big C,” a new Showtime cable network series that makes its debut in August, she stars as a dutiful, repressed, 42-year-old teacher, mother and wife in suburban Minneapolis who has advanced, incurable cancer. She decides against treatment, which doesn’t offer much hope for her, anyway. More surprising, she waits a long while to tell anybody, though she makes a few bungled stabs at the start. So, as her priorities and behavior change, her tongue growing sharper and a rebelliousness taking hold, the people around her don’t know what to make of it, and both her transformation and their bafflement are played for laughs. Have I mentioned that “The Big C” is a half-hour comedy?

    Linney considered the dicey tonal challenges of the material before signing on. She considered the commitment: if the show succeeds and is renewed beyond its initial season of 13 episodes, it will crowd out other opportunities. But she ultimately couldn’t turn her back on the part, because she couldn’t get away from the questions it raises. “The subject matter is important to me personally,” she explained over lunch one day. “The undertow of it deals with all of the stuff I’ve been obsessing about anyway: time. Living. Aging. Mostly, the privilege of aging.”

    Her voice was suddenly quieter and darker, and that was the clue that these thoughts weren’t abstract — that they had a specific, intimate trigger. But she didn’t reveal it right away. It took a bit to get there.

    SHOWTIME HAS DEVELOPED a reputation in recent years as a storehouse for twisted, damaged characters who are neither cleanly heroic nor flatly villainous, and its gallery of warped women is especially striking: the pot-peddling mom in “Weeds,” the fractured head case in “The United States of Tara,” the naughty “Nurse Jackie” and now, the good girl gone mad, in both senses of the word, in “The Big C.”

    Is it any wonder, then, that Showtime has also become a haven for performers who crave both the complicated material that network television often avoids and the lead roles that Hollywood reserves for more instantly and internationally bankable (and, usually, younger) types? An actress doesn’t have to be able to “open” a cable series the way Angelina Jolie or Sandra Bullock opens a movie. For example, “Weeds,” which stars Mary-Louise Parker, and “Nurse Jackie,” which stars Edie Falco, each draws fewer than four million viewers weekly, and both are deemed hits.

    “I don’t need marquee names,” Robert Greenblatt, who until recently was Showtime’s president of entertainment, told me. “For us, it’s more: who are the extraordinary actors whom the critics like and who will garner awards? All of that is good publicity for us. And our audiences respond to so-and-so with an Oscar nomination or an Emmy.”

    Performers like Parker, Falco and Toni Collette, the star of “Tara,” fit that bill. Greenblatt kept a list of others who might, many of them actresses­ over 40, a category for whom Hollywood pickings are famously slim. Catherine Keener was on it. Frances McDormand, too. And so for a long time was Linney, who arguably comes closer to marquee-name status than any of Showtime’s roster so far. While she’s not quite a major star, she’s something only slightly shy of that, her face immediately recognizable to almost anyone with any fluency in popular entertainment over the last two decades and her name familiar to most regular moviegoers.

    Her path to this privileged point has been an unusual and interesting one. Although an actress with her kind of blond, girl-next-door prettiness would seem best positioned for parts in her 20s and early 30s, Linney really started turning heads around 35, and her trajectory has been ever upward since then. In fact, she has done much of her highest-profile (and best) work since she turned 40.

    And what fame she has achieved isn’t attributable, as is so often the case, to any one or two roles — or, for that matter, to any one medium. Although there have been pronounced growth spurts here and there in her career, Linney has for the most part bloomed in an incremental fashion, part by interesting part. The actor John Benjamin Hickey, a longtime friend who appeared on Broadway with her in “The Crucible” in 2002 and now plays her character’s kookily ascetic brother in “The Big C,” describes her as “a kind of journeyman who accidentally became a star.”

    In 2007 alone she gave three movie performances that, in aggregate, suggested she was just beginning to explore the full breadth of her range. Only one of them, as a struggling, self-pitying playwright in “The Savages,” drew significant critical notice and accolades, including an Oscar nomination for Best Actress. But I would argue that the other two were just as fine. Watching Linney’s portrait of a brisk F.B.I. supervisor barking orders at an undercover operative in the thriller “Breach,” I found myself wondering if she should someday take over Bond-bossing chores from Judi Dench. And if “The Nanny Diaries” had been a better movie, her turn as the comically sadistic Mrs. X might well be talked about in the same breath as Meryl Streep’s Miranda Priestly in “The Devil Wears Prada.” They’re birds of a self-consumed feather, inhabiting the same amoral diorama of materialistic Manhattan life.

    The following year, Linney showed up in “John Adams” as Abigail Adams, a more saintly and soulful character, her words ever measured, her wisdom ever palpable, her accent that of a proper Bostonian. And she took home an Emmy for her efforts.

    But she played second fiddle in most of those projects: to Paul Giamatti in “John Adams,” to Ryan Phillippe and Chris Cooper in “Breach” and to Scarlett Johansson in “Nanny.” Tellingly, her one true starring role was in “The Savages,” an independent movie made on a shoestring. She earned little for it.

    So even for an actress held in the kind of esteem Linney is, something like “The Big C” is rare: a lead in a chewy project with a decent payday. And because Linney’s currency goes further in cable television than in movies, she was able, as part of her agreement to do “The Big C,” to be named an executive producer and was given a say in virtually all aspects of the production.

    She was present for every audition of other principal cast members. She scouted locations around Stamford, Conn., where the series is being shot. She helped choose paint colors for the building that houses the show’s sets, dressing rooms and production offices. She even insisted on a cappuccino machine for the crew and on a vegan section in the cafeteria, just as an alternative. She herself isn’t vegan, but says that Silverstone’s meatless exhortations ping around her conscience.

    What she hasn’t tinkered with much is the show’s story and writing, which are tricky matters above and beyond the search for just the right balance of levity and gravity. “The Big C” dares to ask viewers to become invested in a main character even as it pledges­ to snatch her away from them. The show’s very premise seems to be a promise that it can’t last too long, and that it will break viewers’ hearts.

    “That was talked about a lot,” says Darlene Hunt, who created “The Big C” and sold it to Showtime, assuring network executives that they could count on more than, say, a two-year run. “We’re slowing down time,” she explains. “Every season is a season.” The first episode, for example, starts on what is very clearly flagged as the first day of summer. A second season of the show would take place in autumn, a third season in winter. By that rhythm, a six-year run of “The Big C” — long for a TV series — would equal only 18 months in the characters’ lives. It’s entirely plausible that a woman with Stage 4 melanoma, which is the diagnosis Linney’s character gets, could last that long; more questionable is whether cast members, especially the 15-year-old actor playing Linney’s son, will look as if they’re aging at the same rate as the story is progressing.

    And the strategy for getting viewers to give themselves over to someone on an arc toward oblivion? Showtime is betting on Linney’s sheer likability as an actress. While she is being surrounded by appealing, quickly recognizable supporting players — Oliver Platt as her husband; Gabourey Sidibe, from the movie “Precious,” as a sassy student in Linney’s class; Cynthia Nixon, who shows up midway through the season as a former best friend — the show rises and falls with Linney, who is in almost every scene. She is carrying this project as she has carried nothing before it.

    At times that petrifies her. The director Bill Condon, who took charge of the first episode of “The Big C” and directed Linney previously in the movie “Kinsey,” recalls a day in “The Big C” production offices when she caught sight of a “Weeds” poster, made for billboards, buses, subways and the like. It showed Mary-Louise Parker in a Garden of Eden tableau, complete with serpent, apple and exposed flesh.

    “Suddenly, she had this mild panic attack,” he says, explaining that she was reminded of how much of the show’s promotion and image hinged on her. “Movies come and go,” he says, “no matter what they are. But TV — it’s such an intimate relationship you have with the audience, and it goes on for years and years.” He adds that audiences are being asked, “Do you want to spend this evening with Laura Linney?”

    When I shared his observation with her, her eyes widened, and she emitted a sort of mewling sound that was probably meant as a parody of terror but played like the real thing. She was sitting in a little ball on the couch of her dressing room in Stamford, knees drawn in tight. She drew them in tighter still, the ball shrinking.

    “I’m not someone who likes to have my picture taken, let alone see it plastered all over the place,” she said. “And I don’t know what the reaction will be.”

    She went on to add, philosophically: “I just have to concentrate on doing what I do. I signed up for this.”

    WHEN PEOPLE MEET Linney, they often peg her as a child of unfettered privilege. The patrician looks and genteel manner suggest as much, and so do the proper nouns: Romulus Linney, her father, a playwright; Upper East Side, where she grew up; Northfield Mount Hermon, the Massachusetts prep school where she boarded as a teenager; Brown University, where she got her undergraduate degree; Juilliard, where she did graduate work. But it wasn’t really like that.

    “Her family life was — what’s the right word? — let’s say it’s deeply textured and leave it at that,” says the actor David Eigenberg, best known as Miranda’s husband, Steve, in “Sex and the City,” who worked with Linney in the early 1990s on the Broadway production of “Six Degrees of Separation,” in which he had a small part and she was an understudy. Linney’s father and mother, a transplanted Southerner, divorced when she was still in diapers, and her father went on to marry several more times. Linney, their only child, lived in a one-bedroom apartment with her mother, who worked long shifts as a cancer nurse at Memorial Sloan-Kettering and slept on a pullout in the living room.
“She busted her butt to provide,” Linney says, the uncharacteristically coarse language underscoring her desire to emphasize the point. “She worked really hard to make sure that I would have a good, solid life.” Even so, it took additional help from Linney’s relatives for her to be able to afford the fancy schools.

    Although she was often left on her own in a city filled with temptations, she was careful not to misbehave. She says she didn’t want to add to her mother’s hardships. Besides, she was content just to wander through museums or accompany friends to plays, treating the city as a wonderland for the arts. She especially adored and revered the theater, which provided a bridge to her dad. She remembers: “I could call and say: ‘I don’t understand Shaw. What’s going on?’ And he could tell me. And he loved to tell me. It’s what connected us.”

    “It’s not easy with divorce,” she adds.

    Although she dreamed from an early age of being an actress, she was initially reluctant to articulate that. She didn’t want to get ahead of herself, didn’t want to denigrate the profession by implying that it required anything less than years of preparation. At Brown she majored in theater arts, then continued her studies at Juilliard.

    “Her sole ambition was to be a member of a repertory company somewhere in the United States and to do roles in plays, one after the other,” according to the theater director Daisy Prince, the daughter of Harold Prince and a close friend of Linney’s since their time together at Brown. Hickey, her brother on “The Big C,” knew her at Juilliard, and remembers her as a tomboy, “not immediately glamorous,” whose only discernible vanity was her alabaster skin, which she carefully protected from the sun. It was so sensitive, he says, that whenever he kissed her on the cheek, “she’d literally almost be in hives.”

    LINNEY SAYS SHE ENDED up doing screen work because a veteran stage actor she respected told her she should “always say yes to experience.” So when she was offered a small part in the 1992 movie “Lorenzo’s Oil,” she took it. A bigger role and bigger break came the next year, with “Tales of the City,” in which she played the central role of Mary Ann Singleton, a blushing Dorothy in the sybaritic Oz of 1970s San Francisco. The first images of her in that miniseries remain indelible: brand new in town and dressed in a red, white and blue outfit seemingly borrowed from a flight attendant, she wheels a periwinkle suitcase with flower decals on it across the street. When she goes to the supermarket and realizes that the cute guy chatting her up in the produce aisle belongs to an even cuter guy a few feet away, she’s dumbfounded.

    Linney could have easily been typecast from then on as a naïf. She didn’t have the distinctive beauty of many a leading lady; she didn’t have the edge or flagrant sexiness to pull off a femme fatale. A surface reading of her said “vanilla” — or maybe, given the air of Southern graciousness passed down from her mother, “butter pecan” — but nothing more complicated than that.

    And to some extent, at least on screen, she was indeed confined to a limited spectrum for a while. The archetypal Linney character had a Pollyanna patina, which made her welling glimmers of unease and her eventual outbursts all the more jolting. Linney played that kind of part in “The Truman Show,” opposite Jim Carrey; in “Primal Fear,” opposite Richard Gere; and in “You Can Count on Me,” opposite Mark Ruffalo, the 2000 movie that elevated her to a whole new level of regard. Several critics circles gave her their best-actress awards for “You Can Count on Me,” and she received her first Oscar nomination for it.

    But it was an extremely difficult period of her life. The shooting of the movie, for which the director Kenneth Lonergan had only a minuscule budget, was a real slog, Ruffalo recalls. “We shared an old chicken coop that was our dressing room,” he says, referring to the shoot’s location in upstate New York. “We were staying in a musty, moldy hotel: a sort of summer bungalow kind of thing. It was hot, the crew was underpaid, people were underfed, there was always some problem with money going on.” And he says that Linney and Lonergan didn’t always agree on how she should play her part as the responsible and aggrieved sister of a beloved brother (Ruffalo) who just won’t grow up. “I could see her getting frustrated about it,” he says.

    Around the time that Linney was working through this, a house she owned in rural Connecticut burned down, set ablaze when a clump of rags soaked in linseed oil caught fire. And “You Can Count on Me” was released as her first marriage, to the actor David Adkins, unraveled after five years. The acclaim the movie wound up bringing her was somewhat eclipsed by these and other hardships, including a stalker who for several years sent her photos, letters and gifts, always knowing where to find her. “He infiltrated every area of my life,” she says. “Everywhere I would show up, there would be flowers. I mean everywhere I showed up. I went to Alaska — I was teaching — and he found out, and there were flowers.”

    He wrote to her publicist. He wrote to her mother, whose address he figured out. He wrote to the cartoonist Sandra Boynton, one of Linney’s close friends. Finally the situation turned threatening enough that the police had cause to intervene — and did. Since then, she hasn’t heard from him but assumes he’s still out there.

    That’s a big reason that she is vague about certain personal details and guards her privacy, though her intrinsic nature is to keep many of her thoughts, relationships and joys to, and for, herself. She declared her husband and her family off-limits for interviews. Friends who talked with me about her worried aloud that they might be straying into areas she might not want them to. And while Linney never took offense or balked at any question I asked, she would dispense with some topics — like whether she ever wanted, or still wants, children — with just a few inconclusive, anodyne words. She clearly meant to be professional and polite, but she just as clearly had no intention of serving up a quivering, tremulous heart on a platter.

    LINNEY DIDN’T SEEM to hatch or deploy any particular career strategy after the critical hosannas for “You Can Count on Me.” In fact, she mixed in more stage work, including “The Crucible,” in which she played Elizabeth Proctor to Liam Neeson’s John Proctor, than an actress seeking widespread exposure might have. Theater, she says, would be the medium she’d choose if she were forced to pick just one. Her intense love and regard for it are reflected in the story of her first Tony nomination, for “The Crucible.”

    “I was so happy,” she remembers. “It really meant something to me.” So she walked with a spring in her step to the annual luncheon at the Marriott Marquis hotel in Times Square, where nominees would receive their nomination certificates.

    She arrived, she says, to find a grim-faced woman standing with a list of names beside a cardboard box that held the certificates. The woman more or less threw Linney’s at her, then directed her to a banquet room filled with reporters. “The lunch was a junket,” Linney says. “The lunch was a media junket. And there was somebody who literally passed around a plate with cheese on sticks on it.”

    Immediately afterward, she told Tony administrators that while she understood their need to use the award to publicize and build interest in New York theater, there should be just one closed-door moment, before all the interviews and marketing hullabaloo, with real food and a real sense of occasion. And the administrators listened. In subsequent years, reporters weren’t allowed to attend the luncheon, which moved to the Rainbow Room, then to the Plaza. And each nominee got to hear his or her name called out individually, to applause from peers.

    “Everyone looks forward to it,” says the set designer Scott Pask, a two-time Tony winner and frequent nominee who worked with Linney on a 2008 revival of “Les Liaisons Dangereuses.” “And it was entirely her idea.”

    Linney’s formal education and training in theater make her more comfortable onstage than most other actresses who spend as much time as she has in front of movie and TV cameras. Unlike many of them, she has the kind of ripe, cultured voice that suits theatrical work. She can project.

    That voice, though, makes some screen characters a slightly awkward fit: would the small-town police officer in the supernatural thriller “The Mothman Prophecies,” a clunker that reunited Linney and Gere, really speak in such a sonorous, mellifluous way? But Linney is otherwise deft at communicating the sort of naturalness the camera likes. She doesn’t have the regal air and exaggerated manner that many stage-honed actresses never manage to shed. And she’s physically mutable, able to go from sparkling sweetheart to awkward wallflower with a mere brunette dye job or wig.

    In part because of that flexibility, she worked feverishly in a hodgepodge of assignments in the years following “You Can Count on Me,” ranging from the movie “Mystic River” to the TV sitcom “Frasier,” in which she played the recurring guest role of the title character’s love interest.

    But her personal life during that period was unsettled and unsatisfying. Armistead Maupin, the openly gay author who wrote the books on which “Tales” was based, was her date for the Oscars when she was nominated for “You Can Count on Me” and served as a sob sister for her during the early 2000s, when he, too, was between relationships. He remembers riding beside Linney in the 2003 gay-pride parade in San Francisco, where she remains an icon, thanks to Mary Ann, whose dippy flight-attendant dress Linney put back on for the occasion.

    “We were smiling, waving,” Maupin recalls. But as they glided along, Linney broke into a sad, made-up song. “Under her breath,” he says, “Laura was singing: ‘We’re two lonely people in a car. We’re two lonely people wondering where our boyfriends are. We’re two lonely people in a car.’ ”

    Soon after that, Maupin met the man who remains his partner. “She couldn’t have been happier for me,” he says, though at one point she noted the contrast between Maupin and her. He was newly in love. She was taking her mother with her as her date to the 2004 film festival in Telluride, Colo., where “Kinsey,” in which she appeared opposite Neeson (again), as the wife of the pioneering sexologist Alfred Kinsey, was being unveiled.

    When she got there, she was introduced to Marc Schauer, a local real estate agent who helped out with the festival. “He was the guy who said, ‘Hi, welcome to Telluride,’ ” Linney says. “He was a V.I.P. host, a liaison between the town and the festival. He was assigned to me for the weekend.”

    They got along well. “I remember looking at him at one point,” Linney says, “and going: ‘Am I attracted to this man? Am I attracted to my handler? What is going on? ’ ”

    “It was so unlike me,” she adds, describing herself as shy in matters of romance. “It was a big surprise: ‘Oh, I’m feeling something. That’s nice. I’m feeling something. Just chill. Just chill. How nice to be feeling something. Something’s waking up. How great.’ ”

    After the weekend, she e-mailed him a thank-you, and he wrote back. As the e-mail exchanges continued, he asked her what was happening between them and what, if anything, they should do about it.

    She recalls telling him, “The only thing I know is that I don’t want to let it go.” She said they needed to find a way to spend time together.

    “Well, where are you going to be?” he responded. She was on a promotional tour for “Kinsey” and gave him a rundown of the cities.

    “I’ll meet you in Chicago,” he said.

    Even as she agreed to that, she couldn’t believe it: she barely knew him. “But at that point I had nothing to lose,” she says. She remembers her nervousness as she rode the elevator from her room at the Four Seasons in Chicago to the lobby. Then, she says: “I got out of the elevator and I turned and I looked at him and every anxiety just vanished. And I thought, Oh, this is going to be fine. And we fell very hard for each other very quickly.”

    They seem to be gaga still. When I fetched her at her Manhattan apartment for our lunch, their goodbye hugs went on so long that he reminded her that a reporter was watching. And Maupin says that when Showtime recently resurrected episodes of “More Tales of the City,” a 1998 miniseries sequel in which Linney also appeared, Schauer noted it on his Facebook page with this comment about his wife: “See why grown men get red-faced, cry and generally get apoplectic when they see her.”

    But her world clearly takes some getting used to. On the afternoon when I shadowed Linney on the set of the “The Big C,” he showed up unexpectedly and, as she did several takes of a scene, watched on one of the many monitors in what’s known as “video village,” where I and many of the show’s crew members were sitting. The scene had Linney’s character huddling furtively in the kitchen with her love interest, played by the handsome, strapping actor Idris Elba. Like Elba, the character speaks in a British accent. Some of the women watching the scene remarked on how sexy it was.

    “I hadn’t heard the accent before,” Schauer told them. “Now it’s even more emasculating.” He laughed, and added: “The worst I ever felt was at the Oscar luncheon, when Javier Bardem and George Clooney walked by. It was like: ‘I’m not even here.’ ”

    LINNEY’S TRANSFORMATIONS from one role to another aren’t acrobatic in the manner of, say, Meryl Streep’s. She’s less shape-shifter than shape-tweaker. But she pours considerable research into each part, believing that an internalized knowledge of how her character would speak and move — and of what sort of milieu her character inhabits — will come through.

    For “Kinsey,” she found and listened to tape recordings of Clara McMillen, the scientist’s wife and intellectual helpmate, who fields what must go down as one of the least romantic marriage proposals in movie history. (“You’re the one girl in a million who’s as interested in insects as I am,” says Kinsey, then an entomologist.)

    For “John Adams,” she read history book after history book. One said that Abigail Adams was pigeon-toed, so Linney played her that way. The camera, she knew, might not pick up on that, but she hoped it would translate somehow. Walking in that fashion, she says: “you’re not very graceful. You don’t feel very elegant. It makes you focus on other things.”

    She instinctively understood the cancer part of “The Big C” on account of her mother’s work with terminally ill patients. But there was plenty else to delve into. Condon says that when he, Linney and others traveled to Minneapolis for a tour of the area, they picked up books about the history and demography of the city, and “on the plane on the way home, she was cross-referencing things in books we’d got with lines in the script.”

    But something much less technical informs Linney’s “Big C” performance: the preoccupation with mortality that came up during our lunch.

    As we sat in the new Jean-Georges­ Vongerichten restaurant ABC Kitchen, she worked her way through a curious pea-centric lineup of pea soup and pea salad and talked about aging, and about her mystification and frustration with so many people’s rebellion against it. She conceded that sagging skin, waning energy and creaky joints aren’t fun, but said that the early deaths of beloved friends had opened her eyes to the fact that growing old is the greatest of blessings. “A lot of people don’t get that privilege,” she said. “And there’s an extreme disrespect toward that that’s cuckoo.”

    I asked her how many friends had died, and who, but she waved the question away: I’d crossed into one of those no-fly zones. “A lot of people,” she said. “And I miss them.” She added that whenever she realizes that she’s about to complain about aging, “I imagine them taking me by my shoulders and shaking me: ‘Snap out of it!’ ”

    “It’s amazing to me how delicate we are and how strong we are,” she continued. “What people can survive and what they don’t survive is shocking to me. Someone can go to Iraq and be blown to bits and survive. Someone can trip and fall on the street and they die — that’s that.”

    Trip. Fall. With those words I suddenly realized what, and whom, she might be talking about. Her connection to Neeson, a co-star in two movies in addition to “Kinsey” and “The Crucible,” no doubt meant that she’d known his wife, Natasha Richardson. Richardson died — at age 45, which is also how old Linney was then — in March 2009, after falling on a ski slope and hitting her head in a way that at first seemed innocuous. I asked Linney if the two of them had been close. She nodded. “It’s been a tough year — a huge loss for everybody,” she said. But she didn’t elaborate.

    Only from others did I learn that Neeson and Richardson spent much of their time in the area of Connecticut where Linney, too, has a home, a replacement for the one she lost in the fire. In fact, Linney and Schauer were married in an outdoor ceremony on her property there, and Maupin, who was present, told me that Neeson was the one who gave her away. This was in May 2009, just two months after Richardson’s death.

    “It was an astonishing moment, a celebration of love and loss, being given equal treatment,” Maupin said. He added that Linney was so shaken by the suddenness of what happened to Richardson that at one point she sent him a message ending with these words: “Please don’t die.”

    Linney was approached about “The Big C” in the summer of 2009. The first episode — the pilot, really — was shot in November, long before all the others, and Condon remembers that when she asked him to direct it, “she talked about how she felt almost this kind of compulsion to do this, because Natasha’s death had really, really brought so much into focus for her about the fragility of life, and figuring out what to do with it.”

    What her character on “The Big C” does with expressly numbered days is eat more desserts. Sneak cigarettes. Dig the backyard pool she has always wanted. Insist that her son spend time with her. And hammer certain life lessons into him before she loses the opportunity to.

    And Linney? How has she adjusted to her keen awareness that time is limited?

    She clings to those she cares about, and surrounds herself with them. In fact, there’s talk that Neeson will appear in an episode of “The Big C” late in the season.

    Recently, she acted in two small independent movies, neither released yet, that didn’t give her especially significant roles or remotely big salaries but allowed her to support two close friends: Ruffalo, who was making his directorial debut, and the actress Jeanne Tripplehorn, whose husband was directing a movie of his own. Ruffalo says that his movie, “Sympathy for Delicious,” might not have been made without Linney’s presence and name. “I was probably going to lose financing,” he says. “She jumped right into the gap.”

    It is largely at Linney’s insistence that “The Big C” is being shot in Stamford, which puts her within a relatively easy drive of her Connecticut house and allows her and Schauer to spend almost every weekend there, in a cocoon apart from work, from publicity — from all of it.

    That’s vital to her, in part because the dual acting and production hats she wears on “The Big C” mean days that stretch to 14, even 16 hours. Her dressing room on the set is a bustling intersection, with people constantly dropping in.

    “I crave a cone of silence every once in while,” she told me as we sat there, but it didn’t come across as a complaint. Her smiling expression telegraphed peace, contentment. I said as much.

    “Yeah,” she agreed. “I’m lucky to be here.” Was she referring to her plum role? To production offices painted in a shade she likes? Or to the simple fact that she was on earth, among the living?

    She didn’t specify. But my guess was that it was all of the above.

    Frank Bruni is a staff writer for the magazine. His memoir, “Born Round,” has just been published in paperback.


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  • Soldiers and the Effects of War

    Bob Herbert

    August 2, 2010

    The Lunatic’s Manual

    The Army, to its credit, tells the story of a middle-aged lieutenant colonel who had served multiple combat tours and was suffering the agonizing effects of traumatic brain injury and dementia. He also had difficulty sleeping. Several medications were prescribed.

    On a visit to an emergency room, he was given a 30-tablet refill of Ambien. He went to his car and killed himself by ingesting the entire prescription with a quantity of rum. He left a suicide note that said his headaches and other pain were unbearable.

    As if there is not enough that has gone tragically wrong in this era of endless warfare, the military is facing an epidemic of suicides. In the year that ended Sept. 30, 2009, 160 active duty soldiers took their own lives — a record for the Army. The Marines set their own tragic record in 2009 with 52 suicides. And this past June, another record was set — 32 military suicides in just one month.

    War is a meat grinder for service members and their families. It grinds people up without mercy, killing them and inflicting the worst kinds of wounds imaginable, physical and psychological. The Pentagon is trying to cope with the surge in suicides, but it is holding a bad hand: the desperate shortage of troops has forced military officials to lower the bar for enlistment, thus letting in people whose drug and alcohol abuse or other behavioral problems would previously have kept them out. And the multiple deployments (four, five and six tours in the war zones) have jacked up stress levels to the point where many just can’t take it.

    The G.I.’s have fought valiantly in Iraq and Afghanistan. Thousands have died and many, many more have suffered. But the wars have been conducted as if their leaders had been reading from a lunatic’s manual. This is not Germany or Japan or the old Soviet Union that we’re fighting. But after nearly a decade, neither war has been won and there is no prospect of winning.

    Trillions of dollars are being squandered. George W. (“Mission Accomplished”) Bush took the unprecedented step of cutting taxes while waging the wars. And Barack Obama has set a deadline for withdrawing troops from Afghanistan without having any idea how that war might be going when the deadline arrives.

    This is warfare as it might have been waged by Laurel & Hardy. Absent the bloodshed, it would be hilarious. I’d give a lot to hear Dwight Eisenhower comment on the way these wars have been conducted.

    July was the deadliest month yet for American troops in Afghanistan. Sixty-six were killed, which was six more than the number who died in the previous most deadly month, June. The nation is paying little or no attention to those deaths, which is shameful. The president goes to fund-raisers and yuks it up on “The View.” For most ordinary Americans, the war is nothing more than an afterthought.

    We’re getting the worst of all worlds in Afghanistan: We’re not winning, and we’re not cutting our tragic losses. Most Americans don’t care because they’re not feeling any of the tragic losses. A tiny, tiny portion of the population is doing the fighting, and those troops are sent into the war zone for tour after tour, as if they’re attached to a nightmarish yo-yo.

    Some kind of shared sacrifice is in order, but neither Mr. Bush nor Mr. Obama called on Americans to make any real sacrifices in connection with either of these wars. The way to fight a war is to mobilize the country — not just the combat troops — behind an integrated wartime effort. To do that, leaders have to persuade the public that the war is worth fighting, and worth paying for.

    What we have in Afghanistan is a war that most Americans believe is not worth fighting — and certainly not worth raising taxes to pay for. President Obama has not made a compelling case for the war and has set a deadline for the start of withdrawal that seems curiously close to the anticipated start of his 2012 campaign for a second term.

    It’s time to bring the curtain down for good on these tragic, farcical wars. The fantasy of democracy blossoming at the point of a gun in Iraq and spreading blithely throughout the Middle East has been obliterated. And it’s hard to believe that anyone buys the notion that the U.S. can install a successful society in the medieval madness of Afghanistan.

    For those who haven’t noticed, we have a nation that needs rebuilding here at home. Maybe we could muster some shared sacrifice on that front.

    It’s time to bring the troops back, and nurse the wounded, and thank them all for their extraordinary service. It’s time to come to our senses and put the lunatic’s manual aside.

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  • Webber Wins Hungarian Grand Prix, Taking Lead in Standings

    Mark Webber won the Hungarian Grand Prix and overtook Lewis Hamilton for the lead in the Formula One drivers’ standings.
    August 1, 2010

    Webber Wins Hungarian Grand Prix, Taking Lead in Standings

    BUDAPEST — The sudden appearance of a car wing in the middle of the racetrack after 15 laps of processional racing changed the entire character of the Hungarian Grand Prix outside Budapest on Sunday.

    The safety car took to the track to allow marshals to clear the wing off the track, and that led to a chain of events that eventually handed the victory and the lead in the drivers’ series to the man who had until then no hope of winning.

    Mark Webber, the driver for Red Bull who started second but lost a position by the first corner, took the lead of the race after the incident and never let go.

    It was Webber’s fourth victory of the year, the sixth of his career and his first in Hungary. It came in his 150th Formula One race and catapulted him into the lead of the championship with both a psychological and point advantage over his teammate, Sebastian Vettel, who had led the race for the first 15 laps.

    “It was a bit of a gift for me today,” said Webber. “I have not had a lot until now, so I can take this one.”

    Vettel was penalized for an illegal move at the restart after the safety-car period, and he finished third, behind Fernando Alonso, in a Ferrari.

    Webber’s Red Bull team took the lead in the constructors’ championship, with 312 points, to 304 for McLaren Mercedes and 238 for Ferrari.

    Webber leads the drivers’ series with 161 points, Lewis Hamilton is second with 157, and Vettel is third with 151 points.

    Hamilton, the McLaren driver who led the series before the race, dropped out with a technical problem.

    “I was accelerating out of Turn 1 when I felt a sudden vibration and then a loss of drive,” said Hamilton. “I initially thought it was a drive-shaft failure, but it now appears that it was a gearbox problem.”

    Vettel, who started the race in pole position, made a pit stop after the safety car took to the track, and he should have held onto his lead. But at the restart, Vettel made an error that cost him any chance of victory.

    The German driver left a large distance between himself and Webber and the safety car in order to hold back Alonso’s Ferrari. But in leaving more than 10 car lengths of space between them, he had unknowingly broken a rule and was given a drive-through penalty that pushed him into third, behind Alonso, destroying his chance to win.

    “The safety car caused a lot of chaos,” Vettel said. “I did not understand what was happening, so, of course, I am very disappointed.

    “We were the fastest car out there.”

    Webber, 33, was one of the few drivers who did not make a pit stop during the safety-car period, which handed him the lead. But the Australian would have to make his own pit stop later, at which point he would have given the lead back to Vettel.

    Now, however, with Vettel in third position and Alonso in second, in order to return to the race in the lead from his pit stop, Webber needed more than 20 seconds’ lead on Alonso if he wanted to retake the lead after his pit stop.

    The race suddenly had a layer of suspense, as Webber spent the next 25 laps after the restart on Lap 18 trying to built up a large gap between himself and the Spaniard and setting one fastest lap after another in the process.

    Likewise, Vettel began to catch up to Alonso. But the track in the countryside outside Budapest is so narrow, slippery and sinuous, that it is next to impossible to pass.

    Vettel pushed Alonso throughout the race, often at just half a second behind. But he finally gave up a few laps from the end of the race and finished third.

    The safety-car period caused troubles for more than just the leaders. As the majority of the cars charged into the pits to make a tire change during the safety car period, the Renault of Robert Kubica and the Force India car of Adrian Sutil collided, knocking both drivers out of the race.

    At the same time, the right rear wheel of Nico Rosberg’s Mercedes fell off his car and rolled up the pit lane as mechanics dodged it and tried to service their cars. The wheel struck a mechanic at the Williams team, and he was sent to the hospital with an arm injury.

    With a few laps remaining in the race, Rosberg’s teammate, Michael Schumacher, was in 10th in the other Mercedes and trying to hold Rubens Barrichello behind him. At more than 300 kilometers, or 185 miles, an hour, Schumacher pushed Barrichello’s Williams toward the wall on the main straight.

    The German, who had frequently been penalized for dangerous driving tactics, was later penalized for impeding Barrichello during the overtaking maneuver. Schumacher was penalized 10 positions at the next race, the Belgian Grand Prix on Aug. 29.

    “Usually with a crazy guy like that I would lift off, but not today, absolutely not,” Barrichello told Spanish television, adding that it was one of the most horrendous moves ever made by the German, who returned this year from retirement. “To stop for three years and then come back and do something like that, we don’t need it.”

     

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