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The 50th Anniversary of the Social Imaginary of “THE GODFATHER”

March 13, 2022

Fifty years ago, Francis Ford Coppola’s film adaptation of Mario Puzo’s novel, “The Godfather,” premiered to admiring reviews and audiences eager to embrace an anti-hero. The audiences included gangsters themselves, very few of whom had read Puzo’s novel, but who couldn’t resist a chance to see their subculture portrayed in popular culture while knowing that the people sitting all around them were clueless about their presence. The film’s cumulative impact on the quotidian behavior of members of organized appears to have been substantial. One recent news article focused on how gangsters looked to the film as the contemporary equivalent of “conduct books” in the 18th century, which seems a perfectly believable explanation of a simulacrum having real world effects on a social imaginary.

It shouldn’t be forgotten, however, that it wasn’t just Italian-Americans immigrants and their offspring who saw the United States as a land of criminal opportunity. The Irish-Americans had their base for unreported income in Boston, and the Killeen-Mullen war was taking place even before “The Godfather” was released. In fact, it was less than two months after the film premiered that Donald Killeen was murdered outside his home. Whether Whitey Bulger was the hit man is not the relevant point of interest here. What I would love to know is whether Bulger saw the film during its first release and what his reaction to it was. My curiosity about Bulger largely derives from his long residence in Santa Monica less than three miles north of where I lived for 20 years. Even in closer proximity than that for a short time, in fact! The Getty Research Institute had its headquarters at the intersection of Fourth and Wilshire for many years, and it feels odd in retrospect to know that Mr. Bulger was a very short distance away from the seminar room at which scholars from across the United States focused on Los Angeles itself as a cultural trope during the fall of 1996 and the spring of 1997.

By now, most of the people who saw “The Godfather” in 1972 are either dead or collecting social security, but the appeal of gangster narratives has far from abated. “The Sopranos,” for instance, was a massive success. As with “The Godfather,” I ended up watching it long after its debut, but I found each instance more than worth my attention. What did surprise me, twenty years ago, was how young people did not know of “The Godfather” at all. I remember working as a teaching assistant in Revelle College at UCSD around 2003 and I made a reference to the scene with a horse’s head in a bed. Not a single student in the classroom knew what I was talking about. Mind you, these were mostly pre-med students whose social background were hardly that of deprivation and limited access to high or low culture. It’s in this context that I point to a very fine interview with Al Pacino and a comment that he makes about those whose cultural curiosity seems to have been stifled well before they entered high school. “”Have You Seen the Horse’s Head / Leaking All over the Bed?” Apparently not.

NY TIMES: Do you get self-conscious about watching your own films?
AL PACINO: No. I enjoy watching films I’ve been in. …. “The Godfather” plays no matter what. But you’re surprised when you realize how many people never saw it.

NY TIMES: You’re encountering people who are aware of “The Godfather” as a cultural phenomenon but haven’t actually watched it?
AL PACINO: They’ve heard about it. You get that. “Oh, I heard — were you in that? That was a film, wasn’t it?” Yes. So was “Citizen Kane,” by the way — I was in that, too. Why not? They don’t know.

Thank you, Mr. Pacino, for a good laugh.

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With ‘The Godfather,’ Art Imitated Mafia Life. And Vice Versa.

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Tim Reynolds, Poet and Translator (1936 – 2022)

Thursday, March 10, 2022

TIM REYNOLDS (July 18, 1936 – March 10, 2022)

About two hours ago, I received a short note from Jessica Renshow, the sister of the poet and translator Tim Reynolds. She informed me that Tim, at age 85, knew full well that he was “winding down” (his words), and that his doctor recommended yesterday that he enter hospice at his assisted care residence, Retma Manor Nursing Center in Harlingen, Texas. This morning, at 1 a.m., he passed. In addition to his sister, he is survived by a brother, Ted, as well as a son, Tony, and his family, as well as a daughter. I believe Tim’s daughter is a college professor in Texas, where his son also lives. Tim lived in Los Angeles County for most of the second half of his life, moving to Texas about a half-dozen years ago. The last time I saw him was at his apartment in Long Beach about a mile and a half from where I live. Even then, he was growing rather frail.

He was educated at University of Wisconsin, B.A., 1961 and Tufts University, M.A., 1962. His books of poems included Ryoanji (NY: Harcourt, Brace & World, Inc., 1964), Halflife (Cambridge: Pym-Randall Press, 1964), Catfish Goodbye (San Francisco: Anubis, 1967), Slocum (Santa Barbara: Unicorn Press, 1967), Que (Cambridge: Halty-Ferguson, 1971), The Women Poem (NY: Phoenix Book Shop, 1973), Dawn Chorus (NY: Ithaca House, 1980), and What Ever Happened, (nee IBM:IRT, Los Angeles: if publishing, 2000), ), as well as two plays: — “The Tightwad” (translation of ‘La”Avare’ by Moliere, produced in YSO, 1978) –“Peace” (published in The Tenth Muse: Classical Drama in Translation, edited by Charles Doria, Swallow Press, 1980)… and poems in 54 magazines, among them The Antioch Review, The Atlantic Monthly, Harper’s, The Nation, Poetry and Saturday Review. Almost all of his books are in several dozen libraries.

About four years ago, I posted a blog entry on Tim. I reprint it for easy access:

Tim Reynolds, Paul Blackburn and the Archive for New Poetry
Sunday, November 19, 2017
Tim Reynolds, Paul Blackburn and the Archive for New Poetry: Now Online
I met the poet Tim Reynolds back in the early 1980s. He was working as a word processor for ARCO in DTLA and living in a SRO hotel not far from the Japanese-American Museum and the Temporary Contemporary. I don’t remember how I met him, though I do remember the first poem of his that I ever read, in the September, 1967 issue of Poetry magazine.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=30713
I was 19 years old, and it still makes me flinch to think of what a hapless ephebe I was. Not that I wasn’t trying. With floundering attention, I had stood in the aisle of the library at Southwest Community College the previous spring and read John Berryman’s 77 Dreams Songs, all to no avail; I had not been able in any way whatsoever to figure out what he was saying about a character named Henry. This particular issue of Poetry, whic contained work by Jean Garrigue, Galway Kinnell, Josephine Miles, Aram Saroyan, Richard Tillinghast, and Richard Eberhart, was not much more penetrable. It should come as no surprise that the only poem in that issue that really interested me was entitled “Going Home” and was dedicated to Mick Jagger.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=30713
When I finally did meet Tim in person, I mentioned this poem and he said to me that he had not known which of the people on the cover of the Out of Our Headsalbum was Mick Jagger. He had thought that Brian Jones, who was in the lower right hand corner, was Jagger. “Going’ Home,” of course, was the last song on Aftermath, an album that appeared a year later.
In the years after reading “Going Home,” I had become a slightly more astute reader, and managed to acquire a couple of Tim’s books of poetry. It was a privilege to include his poetry as part of Poetry Loves Poetry, in addition to asking him to read in the Gasoline Alley Poetry Series. He now lives in Long Beach, California.
In 1965, Tim read on Paul Blackburn’s radio program. Blackburn was known for being the host of a poetry program as well as for tape-recording readings at St. Mark’s Poetry Project. It is my understanding that Blackburn assiduously got down on tape a considerable number of readings, many of have been digitized by the Special Collections Department at UCSD, and are now available on-line.
According to Nina Mamikunian, “The collection is available at lib.ucsd.edu/blackburn. Additional information about the collection and its release is available athttp://libraries.ucsd.edu/blogs/blog/paul-blackburn-audio-collection-now-online/.”
But if these links don’t work, try this one:
https://library.ucsd.edu/dc/object/bb1436376x

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Additional links:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=29343

Kenneth Rexroth reviews Reynolds (along with Bukowski and Roethke) in the NY Times in 1964:
https://archive.nytimes.com/www.nytimes.com/books/99/12/26/specials/bukowski-catches.html?_r=1

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ART AND CAKE MAGAZINE: “The Art of Poetry”

Kristine Schomaker, the editor of ART AND CAKE magazine, which focuses on artists working in the Los Angeles area, recently put out a call for artists who write poems. The issue has just been published; and while several of the contributors are better known for their poetry than their art, I would say that their art holds it own in juxtaposition with those whose primary materials are paint and canvas rather than language.

In particular, it was heartening to appear in this collaboration with poets such as Kevin Opstedal, Doren Robbins, and Jonathan Yungkans, as well as friends such as Lisa Segal.

Art of Poetry

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The Great Regurgitation: MAD and the 21st Century’s “Cuban Missile Crisis”

History is regurgitating the Cuban missile crisis, except this time Russia is playing the role of the United States, and the nation of Ukraine has found itself cast as “Cuba.” Just as the United States in the 1950s and early 1960s believed that communist satellite states were endangering the heartland of capitalism, Russia has felt the encroachment of European political power ever since it lost the buffer zone of the subjugated nations of Eastern Europe thirty years ago. In declaring war on the legitimately elected government of Ukraine, Russia probably hopes to drive a wedge into Europe in the same way that its backing of Syria’s dictatorship has given it leverage in the Middle East.

The driving force in all of Russia’s paranoia is the same one that has been at work in all global confrontations since World War II: MAD (Mutual Assured Destruction). Putin obviously believes that the “mutual” part of nuclear warfare is no longer a matter of a zero sum game. That he is already willing to hint at the nuclear option he has at his disposal indicates how desperate he is to reestablish Russia as a belligerent superpower on par with any other country’s imperial dominance.

My students at CSULB have no memories whatsoever of the Hungarian Revolution or the “socialist spring” of Czechoslovakia in 1968 or of the attempt in China of students to bring democracy to that nation, but I have memories of these repressions, and I do not expect Putin to show any mercy whatsoever. He is a war criminal, but can not the same be said of George W, Bush and his facilitators (Cheney, Rumsfeld, etc.), not to mention the newspapers who collaborated with Bush’s disinformation campaign and thereby reinforced the votes needed in Congress to launch an invasion of Iraq? Who are we to accuse Putin of war crimes after the horror we unleashed in Iraq? I know the readers of this blog opposed that war, even as they oppose the Russia’s invasion of Ukraine.

I confess that it feels hopeless.

I turn, therefore, to my only enduring solace all these years: poetry.

In this instance, the poetry of William Pillin, who was born in the Ukraine in 1910 and who died in Los Angeles in 1985. His birthplace had a different name back then, but the city is now known as Zaporozhe. (You can find the entry for the city in Wikipedia, which will give you an idea of just how ferociously this part of the world was fought over during World War II. The entry is worth reading to give one a sense of historical perspective to the current war.) Now you might think I am about to honor Pillin as a poet from the Ukraine that is now being invaded by Russia, but that’s not where I’m headed, in large part because Pillin’s family was Russian; but it was also Jewish, and the persecution of Jewish people by Russia grew so intense that Pillin’s family uprooted itself in 1917, and eventually ended up in the United States.

Pillin learned English and began to write poems that were published in many magazines, including Poetry. His books of poems were published by some of the leading independent poetry publishers in the nation, including Swallow Books (which also published Thomas McGrath) and kayak books, the legendary press operated by George Hitchcock in Santa Cruz, California. Papa Bach Bookstore published TO THE END OF TIME: New and Selected Poems in 1984. On page 65, there is a poem entitled “The Survivors.” It ends with an affirmation of a remnant of resistance.

Late at night they sit drinking coffee.
The city is asleep. The streets are empty.
They laugh. They whisper. The drummer
multiples intricate sums in the air.
The nimble guitarist
gleans a harvest of blue events
from his golden meadow of metal.

Such a gathering is impossible to imagine in the Ukraine right now, but the impingements that forestall such gatherings in Los Angeles right now are more linked to the ideologies that launched the invasion of the Ukraine than one might suspect. Neither side wants to give up MAD, and we who are old can only mourn the futility of our protests.

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ADDITIONAL READING:

Ilya Kaminsky on Ukrainian, Russian, and the Language of War

Ilya Kaminsky on Ukrainian, Russian, and the Language of War

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“I Wanna Be Loved By You: Poems on Marilyn Monroe” (including “Labials” by Bill Mohr)

February 25, 2022 — FRIDAY

I Wanna Be Loved By You: Poems on Marilyn Monroe
Edited by Susana H. Case and Margo Stever

Last night, beginning at 7 p.m. on the East Coast, there was a reading on Zoom to celebrate the recent publication of an anthology honoring the cultural legacy of the iconic mid-century actress, Marilyn Monroe. It was still late afternoon in the workday for me, of course, and I didn’t end up joining the reading until near the end. I look forward, therefore, to watching what I missed and want to say that I appreciate being allowed to read my contribution to this project at the end of the program.

Many thanks, too, to Malaika King Albrecht for hosting the reading as part of her Redhair Stepchild series.

LINKS:

To listen to the reading:

To order the book:

I Wanna Be Loved By You: Poems on Marilyn Monroe

“This anthology compiles poems about Marilyn Monroe from an array of contemporary poets, among them Gwendolyn Brooks, Ted Berrigan, and Frank O’Hara, and includes a poem by Marilyn Monroe herself. The introduction by Lois Banner provides context for the life of the iconic American celebrity, while the poems gathered here demonstrate Monroe’s cultural and emotional impact.”
MILK AND CAKE PRESS

Here is my poem in this collection:

LABIALS

for Marilyn Monroe

Letters pronounced by lips:
m, p, b. Your name bounces
a pair of m’s, a hum of men
at movies. Your pictures
clipped from magazines
billow like frothing clouds
before a clump of a storm.

The wretchedness of beauty
is they only notice you and not
what your eyes linger on,
an amethyst glass knob
at the end of a gear shift.

Your masseuse fingers your chin.
She’s seen a thousand figures
spray up from behind: legs
arching into waists and shoulders
but when they spin around, each face
withers faster than chrysanthemums
in a tall vase. Your glow promises
what any woman, adored,
wants to promise only once.

On a hot summer night, a boat’s
anchored to a bobbing slosh.
A reclining man knows which line
was meant for Marilyn —
“I don’t feel anything any more.”
Isn’t that what a woman says
when she yearns to be stunned?
Love should be perfect, but no one is,
until the heart you’ve won is your own.

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“The Moon and the Night and the Men” — John Berryman

February 24, 2022

“History is approaching a speechless end,
As Henry Adams said. Adams was right.”
— John Berryman, “The Moon and the Night and the Men”

I remember reading Berryman’s poem in 1969 and thinking that it met Pound’s demand for “news that stays news.”

http://www.blueridgejournal.com/poems/jb2-moon.htm

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Harry Northup’s POETRY HOUR (MPTF): LINKS TO SELECTED SHOWS

Wednesday, February 26, 2022

LINKS to Harry Northup’s POETRY HOUR

Harry Northup had an exceptionally fine career as an actor with memorable roles in some of the best-known and widely respected films of the past half-century. Now living at the Motion Picture Television Fund residence in Woodland Hills, Harry has been the producer and host of a series of poetry readings broadcast out of the MPTF studios. Harry Northup’s POETRY HOUR is not his first time heading up a reading series. He was the founder of the Gasoline Alley poetry series in the mid-1980s, which eventually was turned over to Phoebe MacAdams and me. I do have one quibble about Harry’s show: WHEN IS HE GOING TO READ HIS POEMS? Harry is giving so many poets a chance to reach a wider audience, and we in turn would love to hear his recent work as well as some of his own favorites.

I will update this list as more videos become available. Yesterday, for instance, Jim Moore read for the second time. If you don’t know this poet, I urge you to start with his most recent book, PROGNOSIS, which was published three months ago by Graywolf Press. UNDERGROUND: New and Selected Poems was also published by Graywolf. His first book, THE NEW BODY, was published by the University of Pittsburgh Press in 1976. Jim first came to Los Angeles to give a reading at Beyond Baroque back when I published WHAT THE BIRD SEES in 1978.

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Harry’s Poetry Hour Youtube:

THE POETRY OF HOLLY PRADO (featuring Alison Townsend, Phoebe MacAdams, and James Cushing)

JIM MOORE and JAMES CUSHING (July 20, 2020)

PAM WARD and MICHAEL LALLY

TRIBUTE TO GERALD LOCKLIN (Featuring Ron Koertge, Ray Zepada, and Bill Mohr)

LYNNE THOMPSON and MICHAEL LALLY

PAUL VANGELISTI and BILL MOHR

MARSHA DE LA O and JEANETTE CLOUGH

MAUREEN OWEN and ED FRIEDMAN

SARAH MACLAY and GAIL WRONSKY

Laurel Ann Bogen and Mark Edward Rhodes

BETH RUSCIO and Hélène Cardona

ON THE MESA: An Anthology of Bolinas Writing (featuring Phoebe MacAdams and Aram Saroyan

RICHARD HELLER and DOREN ROBBINS

JERRY GARCIA and DOUG KNOTT

JIM DANIELS and JOHN FEINS (April 16, 2021)

MIKE SONKSEN and STEVE ABEE

MICHAEL C. FORD and JACK HIRSCHMAN (1933-2021)

JAMES CUSHING and the Poetry of JOHN ASHBERY

VETERANS DAY TRIBUTE

SUSAN HAYDEN and S.A. GRIFFIN and PHOBE MacADAMS

CAROL MUSKE-DUKES and CECILIA WOLOCH

ARAM SAROYAN and RICHARD MODIANO

THE POETRY OF JOY HARJO

THE POETRY OF ANN STANFORD

THE POETRY OF RICHARD WILBUR & FRANK O’HARA

THE POETRY OF MARINA TSVETAEVA

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ART AND CAKE’s Call for Poet-Artists: Deadline in Ten Days

Friday, February 18, 2022

ART AND CAKE: A Contemporary Art Magazine with a Focus on the Los Angeles Art Scene would like to see dual submissions from poets who also paint, sculpt, or in some way engage in the domain of art.

CALL FOR POET ARTISTS!!
Submit a poem with a work of art for “Art of Poetry” a new article for Art and Cake
(1 submission per poet artist)
Deadline February 28, 2022

I contacted the magazine to find out if the poem must never have been published before. ART AND CAKE is accepting previously published poems. The only requirement is that you be the author of the poem you send along with the image of your work of art.

Here’s the link to the form you should use
https://forms.gle/yrMCp3eNFYtL1qh9A

* & * & * & * & * & * & * & * & * & *

Art and Cake

https://artandcakela.com/
@artandcakela
artandcakela@gmail.com

Located at the Brewery Artist Complex in Los Angeles which is on Chumash, Kizh, and Tongva land

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UC Riverside Writers Week

Friday, February 11, 2022

I recently received the following publicity release for this year’s edition of the Writers Week at UC Riverside. As was the case last year, when the events were presented through Zoom, this year’s festival will be broadcast so that anyone with a computer can listen in. It certainly reduces the carbon footprint of all the mileage that would have to be driven to attend in person.

Go to this link to register now! The following link, which takes you to the schedule, will also provide an embedded link to register.

https://writersweek.ucr.edu/schedule22

Event passes are now available for the 45th Writers Week 2022
Entering its 45th year, UCR’s Writers Week Festival is the longest-running,
free literary event in California and features the most renowned authors of
our day alongside those at the start of promising careers.

The week of virtual events is open to the public and includes readings,
conversations, panels, and social activities focused on the varied and
exciting work of our participants, many of them among UC Riverside’s
powerhouse Creative Writing faculty. *CC/ASL Interpreted.

This year’s presenters and performances include:

Luis J. Rodriguez, as the *D. Charles Whitney Reader*
Cornelius Eady, as the *Stephen Minot Lecturer*
*Featured Writers* – Emily Rapp Black, Kate Bonnici, Joy Castro, Anthony Cody, Lewis deSoto, Steve Erickson, Molly Fisk, Carribean Fragoza, Sesshu Foster, Edgar Gomez, Kimberly Guerrero, Daisy Hernandez, Gordon Lee Johnson, John Kinsella, Diane Lefer, Antonio de Jesús López, Tom Lutz, Isabella Madrigal, Sophia Madrigal, Juanita Mantz, Chloe Martinez, Rupa Marya, Rajiv Mohabir, Amanda Moore, Ibrahim Nasrallah, Daniel Olivas, Jamaica Heolimeleikalani Osorio, Jasmine Elizabeth Smith, Susan Straight, Kim Shuck, Moheb Soliman, Richard Van Camp, Elissa Washuta, Kyle Lucia Wu, Luo Ying, anthology contributors from XLA Poets & Tlaculix, and musical guests The Cornelius Eady Trio & April & The Fishes!

Each year, along with the Los Angeles Review of Books (LARB), we collaboratively honor distinguished writers for lifetime achievement, celebrating the ways they contribute to and change contemporary writing through their fearless originality.\\\\

https://writersweek.ucr.edu/schedule22

While the work of some of these writers, such as Susan Straight, Steve Erickson, Molly Fisk, and Sesshu Foster may be familiar to many of this handful of readers, very few may know the work of Amanda Moore, a poet whose work I first encountered at the summer writing camp of the Community of Writers in the Sierra Nevada. Her first book of poetry, REQUEENING, was published this past October as part of the National Poetry Series. Ocean Vuong was the judge who selected her volume of poems.

I am especially looking forward to hearing the Cornelius Eady Trio!

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“The Chair”: A Good Idea Gone to Waste

Late last summer, Netflix released a series called “The Chair,” which many of my colleagues at CSULB were quite enthusiastic about. I, on the other hand, found myself dismayed that such a lackadaisical effort could sustain their attention. Outside of the acting, what was there in fact to justify the praise of critics?

“The Chair” could have been a compelling examination of academic politics (and thereby a reflection of large-scale social conflicts), but the two women (Amanda Peet and Annie Julia Wyman) who came up with the idea for this series utterly failed to investigate their topic.The superficiality of their research was so obvious that I couldn’t bear to watch more than an episode and a half. How could Peet and Wyman not realize that almost every Department of English in this country depends upon the enrollment of creative writing students to keep itself afloat? Where on the faculty depicted in “The Chair” is at least one actress or actor portraying a nationally known fiction writer and a poet? It’s made out to seem as if this “contemporary” Department of English has a faculty consisting only of professors who are throwbacks to the 1950s.

Pray tell, Ms. Peet and Ms. Wyman, where is the creative writing faculty? Now perhaps the creative writing “option” within the English major has taken its show on the curriculum road at this fictional college and been awarded departmental status. If so, then this explanatory backstory involved an academic civil war in which the secessionist faction won a serious turf war. As a result, the Department of Creative Writing will have its own chair, and its own budget, all of which sets up some serious possibilities of dramatic conflict when the chairs of all the departments in the College of Liberal Arts have their weekly meetings with the Dean. I truly can’t figure out why Peet and Wyman didn’t do some basic research.

My guess is that it never occurred to these writers that they needed to do research. They thought “the concept” was enough. Hence, a superficial script that only grows more improbable with each passing moment. The sad part is how easy it would have been for a very fine set of scripts to have left their mark on “the concept.” There are so many other dramatic possibilities that were overlooked that it leaves me shaking my head in disbelief. It was obviously a smart move to cast an Asian-American actress as the chair, but the show revealed little about how “smart” the new chair is. Now it is true that sometimes faculty get tenure with relatively little publication, and from that point they take advantage of the lack of interest in being chair by their colleagues to land the job themselves. I didn’t at all get that career trajectory in “The Chair.” Professor Ji-Yoon Kim seems to be someone who has done a fair amount of scholarship and who still wants to accomplish yet more. Are you telling me that she didn’t feel reluctant to give up (even if for a few years) her research agenda? Does the script give even a hint about the choices Professor Kim has to make to attain this position in academic politics? Didn’t Peet and Wyman ask themselves what percentage of professors who serve as chairs continue to do significant research? The number is all too close to zero, which is about the score I give Peet’s and Wyman’s imagination. I just don’t find the character of Professor Kim believable, and in fact I regard the show as being sufficiently dismissive of Professor Kim’s past academic accomplishments as to suspect “unconscious bias” on the part of the scriptwriters. In “The Chair,” we are given a one-dimensional character whom we are supposed to accept at complete face value. If you enjoy superficial drama, fine. Help yourself. but don’t ask me to sit here and applaud mediocrity.

For a different “take” on “The Chair,” see https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/tv/story/2021-08-20/the-chair-netflix-sandra-oh-amanda-peet