{"id":252669,"date":"2022-10-02T23:29:21","date_gmt":"2022-10-02T23:29:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/?p=252669"},"modified":"2022-10-02T23:29:21","modified_gmt":"2022-10-02T23:29:21","slug":"alone-at-the-edge-of-the-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mathewingram.com\/work\/2022\/10\/02\/alone-at-the-edge-of-the-world\/","title":{"rendered":"Alone at the edge of the world"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Note<\/strong>: This is a version of my personal newsletter, which I send out via Ghost, the open-source publishing platform. You can\u00a0see other issues\u00a0and sign up here<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Susie Goodall wanted to circumnavigate the globe in her sailboat without stopping. She didn\u2019t bargain for what everyone else wanted. In the heaving seas of the Southern Ocean, a small, red-hulled sailboat tossed and rolled, at the mercy of the tail end of a tempest. The boat\u2019s mast was sheared away, its yellow sails sunk deep in the sea. Amid the wreckage of the cabin, Susie Goodall sloshed through water seeping in from the deck<\/a>, which had cracked when a great wave somersaulted the boat end over end. She was freezing, having been lashed by ocean, rain, and wind. Her hands were raw and bloody. Except for the boat, her companion and home for the 15,000 miles she\u2019d sailed over the past five months, Goodall was alone. The 29-year-old British woman had spent three years readying for this voyage. It demanded more from her than she could have imagined. She loved the planning of it, rigging her boat for a journey that might mean not stepping on land for nearly a year. But she was unprepared for the attention it drew\u2014for the fact that everyone wanted a piece of her story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Baldwin Lee\u2019s extraordinary pictures from the American South<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A new book\u2014the first-ever collection of Baldwin Lee\u2019s work\u2014and a solo exhibition in New York make the case that he is one of the great overlooked luminaries of American picture-making<\/a>. Selections from his archive of nearly ten thousand pictures, taken in poor Black communities in the American South between 1983 and 1989, have been exhibited sporadically. \u201cI showed enough to get tenure and raises,\u201d he said recently from his home near the University of Tennessee, where he has been teaching for four decades. Lee was never meant to be a photographer. Born and raised in New York, he was the eldest son of a reluctant Chinatown \u201cnoodle king,\u201d who had emigrated from Hong Kong, fought in the U.S. Army on D Day, and had his aspirations to become an architect dashed when he inherited his uncle\u2019s thriving business supplying noodles to Chinese restaurants up and down the East Coast. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

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How I finally learned my name<\/p>\n\n\n\n

John Temple tells the story of how an email from a stranger sent him on a quest back in time, to the years before the Holocaust, in search of his family and himself: “The email came from a stranger. \u201cDear Mr. Temple,\u201d it said. \u201cMy name is Andrea Paiss, and I live in Budapest, Hungary. I do not know whether I write to the right person. I just hope so.\u201d It reached me in San Francisco on January 1, 2020, and told of a \u201cGranny,\u201d then 92, who wanted to know what had happened to her cousin<\/a> Lorant Stein. Andrea had found a document online about Lorant in the Central Database of Shoah Victims at Yad Vashem, the Holocaust memorial in Jerusalem. It had been submitted by someone named John Temple. Could I be that same John Temple, she asked? At first my wife, Judith, and I were mistrustful. Could this be an attempt to get money, a scam of some kind? I had filled out the form, but I had no information about relatives still living in Hungary.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The family that built a ballpark nachos monopoly<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ballpark nachos are a concession stand staple. At Rangers games alone, 600k orders were sold last year, or 1 for every 3.5 fans. For all of Major League Baseball, that statistic would translate to ~13m orders. And for every order, there\u2019s one key figure to thank: San Antonio businessman Frank Liberto. Decades ago, he added a twist to a popular Mexican appetizer and originated the concept of the ballpark nacho. If you\u2019ve purchased nachos at a sporting event or a movie theater, odds are you\u2019ve bought chips, cheese sauce, or jalape\u00f1os<\/a> from the Liberto family\u2019s longtime business. Liberto was\u00a0a self-described\u00a0\u201cbald peanut-peddler\u201d who ran a family food business, the\u00a0Liberto Specialty Company. (Today it\u2019s called\u00a0Ricos.) His grandfather, Rosario, immigrated from Sicily in the early 1900s, settling in San Antonio and opening a downtown food store in 1909. The store imported Italian coffee and olives, but the company\u2019s most successful venture was peanuts, sold at circuses and local festivals.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Andy Warhol case that could wreck American art<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the late 1970s and early \u201980s, Lynn Goldsmith, a polymath skilled as a photographer and a musician, took pictures of many of the period\u2019s prominent rock stars, including Prince. One of her images was also enshrined by Andy Warhol, who used a photograph she took of Prince as the basis for his illustrations of the musician. In some legal and art circles, Goldsmith may end up being remembered not so much for her beautiful photographs, but for her legal dispute with the custodians of Andy Warhol\u2019s art<\/a>. The dispute started when Goldsmith learned that her 1981 photograph of Prince was the basis for Warhol\u2019s illustrations of the rock star. In 2019, a court ruled that Warhol\u2019s image was protected by fair use. The appellate court reversed, principally on the grounds that Warhol\u2019s image is not sufficiently transformative because it \u201cretains the essential elements of its source material\u201d and Goldsmith\u2019s photograph \u201cremains the recognizable foundation.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Wreck of fabled WWI German U-boat found off Virginia<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This past Labor Day, as beachgoers up and down the eastern seaboard of the U.S. enjoyed a sunny holiday at the shore, Erik Petkovic was in the darkened cabin of R\/V Explorer some 40 miles off the Virginia coast. Peering into a video monitor linked to a remotely operated vehicle (ROV) some 400 feet below, he suddenly exclaimed, \u201cThat\u2019s it! There it is!\u201d The object that caused his excitement was the wreckage of SM U-111<\/a>, the last World War I-era German submarine to be discovered in U.S. waters. The sleek tube of riveted iron had been part of the Unterseeboot (U-boat) fleet that struck terror in Allied sailors. After the war an American crew brought the captured submarine across the Atlantic in a daring solo voyage that required navigating the icy waters where R.M.S. Titanic had sunk seven years earlier. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Note: This is a version of my personal newsletter, which I send out via Ghost, the open-source publishing platform. You can\u00a0see other issues\u00a0and sign up here. Susie Goodall wanted to circumnavigate the globe in her sailboat without stopping. She didn\u2019t bargain for what everyone else wanted. In the heaving seas of the Southern Ocean, a … <\/p>\n

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