Month: October 2006

  • Robert Wittman

    “Success breeds interest,” says Special Agent Robert Wittman of the FBI’s Art Crime Team by way of pointing out that that since 2004, the agency has recovered some 750 artworks worth more than $60 million. That means, of course, that art thieves are flourishing as well. And while their line of work might seem glamorously elite, the international black market for art is, in fact, surprisingly large and prosperous, ranking right up there with drugs, guns, and wildlife. That partly explains why Wittman, the senior investigator for the team, keeps such a busy lecture schedule, educating both art world insiders and layfolk on the issue. Despite that public profile, he still often works undercover and thus isn’t allowed to be photographed. Last year, in Copenhagen, he arranged the purchase—and then arrested the sellers—of a stolen Rembrandt self-portrait worth $36 million. Other highlights of Wittman’s eighteen-year FBI career include tracking down ancient golden body armor in Peru, recovering purloined Norman Rockwell paintings at a farmhouse in Brazil, and locating one of the fourteen original copies of the Bill of Rights, which had been stolen by a Union soldier during the Civil War.

    The FBI’s Art Crime Team is only a couple years old. How did it come to be?

    There was always a lot of interest in this area, since the numbers of stolen artworks and their dollar value is so huge. But especially after the thefts at the National Museum of Iraq in 2003, there was a lot of understanding about why it was important to do this. So we started with eight agents in 2004, and we have twelve now. We’ve worked in a number of countries: Denmark, Sweden, Germany, Japan, Ecuador … it’s really a worldwide endeavor.

    But the FBI is a U. S. agency. Is there resistance from people who don’t believe in using U. S. resources to help other
    countries with their art thefts?

    Not really, because it works both ways. Take the case of those five Norman Rockwell paintings that were stolen from a gallery in Minneapolis in the late 1970s. We recovered two of them in 2000 through a dealer, and in 2001, the last three were recovered at a farmhouse in Brazil. That was done with the help of Brazilian authorities; we set up a mutual legal-assistance treaty request with them, which we didn’t have before. So just as we recover art for other countries, they help us as well.

    How did Norman Rockwell paintings end up in a Brazilian farmhouse?

    The house was owned by a dealer who bought the Rockwells. He was trying to sell them, so he contacted the Norman Rockwell Museum up in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. That was when he found out they were stolen.

    So does someone who turns out to have bought stolen paintings just take his loss, or can he demand his money back from the person who sold them to him?

    Tracing the chain of sales can be complicated. Sometimes people can try to get their money back. But more important, this shows why you have to know whom you’re buying from, to know you’re dealing with someone who’s reputable, who has good title to the work.

    Famous paintings make the news when they’re stolen, but the FBI’s National Stolen Art File includes everything from books and musical instruments to stamps and weapons. What types of art are the most common—or vulnerable—targets? And how do you decide which cases are worth taking on?

    There is no specific category. Famous paintings are just a tiny proportion of what’s stolen. Most of the material is taken from people’s homes, and most of it is valued at less than $10,000—but it’s still very important to these people. A lot of material is stolen from private galleries, too.

    Once a thief has a painting, how does he find someone interested in buying it?

    It depends on the circumstance of the crime. A lot of art theft is tied up with other criminal enterprises, like drugs and guns; art is just one of their operations. Then you’ve got people who exclusively steal art, and from there you might have someone who is just interested in antique maps. There’s a number of different psyches that we deal with, too. Art thieves are different from car thieves or bank robbers in that there is often some emotional involvement in the artwork—you might have someone who only steals Renoirs because he’s got some affinity for that work. But there’s always some motivation involving value, too.

  • Amy Sedaris

    Amy Sedaris has a number of guises, many of which are familiar through the stories her brother, David, tells on NPR’s This American Life and in his books. Together, the siblings have written and performed plays as The Talent Family. Then there’s her notorious Jerri Blank character, the crack-whore-turned-high-school student in the Comedy Central series and film, Strangers with Candy; her roles on Just Shoot Me, My Name is Earl, and Sex and the City; and her memorably odd appearances on Late Night with David Letterman. Sedaris insists, however, that she is not an actress but rather a clown—which explains her penchant for donning costumes, wigs, and fat suits when throwing her real-life dinner parties.

    In fact, Sedaris enjoys entertaining so much that she’s written a book about it. Though I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence is billed as “an entertaining book on entertaining,” it’s no joke. “I don’t like joke cookbooks, because I can’t take them seriously,” Sedaris has said. Indeed, the book offers up hundreds of real recipes, tips, and craft projects, copiously illustrated with drawings and photos. Its creator just happens to be a wacky hybrid of Martha Stewart and Cindy Sherman, someone who works in a fantasy kitchen envisioned by an eight-year-old girl in the 60s. A ceramic squirrel keeps watch over a pumpkin pie, hamburgers wear smiley faces made from olives on their buns, and the spreads are laid out on an impressive array of vintage tablecloths. “All the props in the photographs are mine,” Sedaris said. “I hired a team of friends, and we made certain crafts and prepared certain foods … We did it all in my apartment in the summer—that’s why the cakes are melting.” A self-contained universe, the book strikes a balance between comically surreal and delightfully authentic.

    Besides entertaining, Sedaris’ very favorite thing to do is spend time alone. This makes her the perfect candidate for a trip to our desert island. She can enjoy the solitude, and also plan elaborate parties—perhaps co-hosting them with Ricky, the imaginary boyfriend she lived with for fourteen years. Despite her vivid imagination, it appears from the list of items she’d take to the island that Sedaris is, ultimately, quite a practical woman:

    1) Tanning lotion. I’ll want to work on my tan the right way so when someone saves me, I’ll look good for the camera.

    2) Tampons. Need I explain? I’m not a “sponge” girl—island or no island.

    3) All my old Girl Scout books, so I can read about things like how to make a fire and create your own clothesline.

    4) Marijuana. Because I like it and would be able to escape; and there might not be a dealer on the island.

    5) John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath, because I could never get past that page about the turtle in the road; it was endless. I read all his books in high school, but that’s the only one I couldn’t finish, and I know it’s great.

    Amy Sedaris appears with Mary Lucia at the Fitzgerald Theater November 15 as part of The Current Fakebook, a lecture and music series sponsored by Minnesota Public Radio. 651-290-1221; www.mpr.org/events

  • Costa Rica

    Kira Gengler, St. Paul, is studying at the University of San Jose in Costa Rica. She loves the Rake and takes time from her studies to read it!

    Kira Gengler

  • Stonehenge

    The Eder Family holiday in England this year. -Mike

    Eder Family

  • In Tune

    I loved Brad Zellar’s article “Local Music: We grow old, we grow old” [October]. Indeed, I’ve felt totally behind on the current music scene. It takes so much time and money to keep up, to keep acquiring new tunes, to keep scouting for new music, that we become geezers before we want to. (Writing the word “geezers” reminds me that I’d like to start a movement to have stadiums offer Geezer Seating during rock concerts. I go to see the band, not listen to the under-30 set scream around me.)

    I thought MPR’s the Current would help me keep up, however, the station’s broadcast range is such that we can’t get it out in the sticks (central Minnesota) via traditional radio. I listen to MPR’s news station exclusively at work, but I’d definitely tune in to the Current if it were available. (Before you suggest that I listen on the Internet, our connection at work is via phone.)

    As for Mr. Zellar’s article, what warmed my heart was his couching the local music scene in terms of an aging Gen Xer. I was beginning to despair of Xers EVER getting any media attention. It was all Boomer, Millennial, Boomer, Millennial, as though we simply didn’t exist in between. Glad to see we still matter.

    Mary Warner, Little Falls

    Mary Warner

  • Who’s the true democrat?

    Paul Bartlett’s letter [Letters, October] regarding Peter Hutchinson, Independence Party candidate for governor, stinks of antidemocratic hypocrisy. I gather from the tone of the letter that votes not assigned to Republicans are automatically a bourgeois entitlement of Democrats.

    Ralph Nader and Hutchinson are great Americans who are brave enough to wage uphill battles with conviction, which is something so-called progressives would understand were they not jaded by zero-sum politics.

    I will be voting for Democrats in November, but I’m troubled by those of us who have neither the character nor the values to appreciate an open electoral process. Associating the worst motives with worthy third-party candidates who run with passion and integrity is exactly the type of imperiousness that sends voters out our left door.

    If our values and positions are strong, as we believe they are, we can prevail without the censorious yelping against the right of citizens to exercise their constitutional rights in any way they see fit. Any member of a party called “Democratic” should need no primer on the rights of individuals in a participatory system of government.

    Chris Stewart, Minneapolis

    Chris Stewart

  • We’re even more diverse than you think!

    As a board member of Mizna, I appreciated the fine article in the September issue by Leah Fabel on our recent literary gathering and journal release event (“Common Ground: Syria, Somalia and Soccer: The Arab world, as seen from the East Bank”)[Rakish Angle].

    I would like to point out that there was more cultural diversity amongst the audience than the article indicated (Arab-Americans, African-Americans/Somalis, European-Americans).
    My husband and I and a few others present may have been assumed to be of Arab background but we are not; we are of South Asian or other Asian backgrounds.

    There also were people of other Middle Eastern backgrounds present: Iranians and Armenians, who are not Arabs either. There also were people of North African background present, who identify more as Berber than Arab.

    We were all there as supporters of Mizna’s mission to explore Arab-American culture, with which we feel a certain strong affinity based on some common experience as members of culturally related American minority ethnic groups.

    That does not make us Arabs, however, and we should not be assumed to be Arab just because we appear to fit a broad image (dare I say stereotype?) of what an Arab or Arab-American might look like.

    Nahid Khan, Brooklyn Center

    Nahid Khan

  • It's a Keeper

    Earlier this year I was so moved by a piece of fiction in your magazine, “Thin Ice” [March] by Chris Waddington, that I tore the story out to keep. You’ve done it once again. October’s Rake fiction selection, “Party Doll” by Margaret Benbow, contains everything a reader could want, and so very much more.

    All one really expects from a local publication are reviews on current happenings, interviews with local celebs, and the occasional scandal story. Your magazine is so far superior to anything else being done out there that I can’t believe it’s free! What did we do before you arrived?

    Tricia Elsen, Minneapolis

    Tricia Elsen

  • Jordan

    Richfielder Geoff Cuddy has been reading The Rake since day one and never misses an issue. While backpacking through Jordan, he and partner Chris Stevens camped in Wadi Rum, the desert where Lawrence of Arabia was filmed (and where the real T. E. Lawrence adventured). “The night we spent there was the full moon,” wrote Cuddy (above), “and it was amazing how you lose all sense of scale in the desert.” Stevens got snapped in Jeresh, an ancient Roman city that is currently being excavated outside of Amman. For our part, we’re glad Cuddy remembered to unearth The Rake from the depths of his backpack—we had traveled with him to Machu Picchu and the Mayan temples of Tikal, in Guatemala, but unfortunately, on those occasions, “The Rake was lost in my backpack and never got photographed.”

    Send along your Rakish travel snaps by snail mail or to prodmail@rakemag.com, and if we publish yours, we’ll send you a nonthermal, nonextreme Rake T-shirt and a $25 gift certificate from West Photo (21 University Ave. N.E., Minneapolis).

    Geoff Cuddy

  • granola

    I have a confession to make. I incessantly channel surf while driving; often to the detriment of other drivers.

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    I also have this sign in my window because the giant SUV that I inherited when my companies merged is always black and shinny and designed to make other drivers feel inadequate.

    Things did not used to be this way. In fact, about a decade ago, before the dawn of polarized politics (so they say) on the airwaves I’d pretty much leave my radio at one channel. Today its nothing but a steady stream of derision and sensationalism from one end of the dial to the next.

    But I am not here to carp about radio.

    I would instead like to rehabilitate a small nutritional item that does not deserve the vilifaction it receives on radio (right wing in particular). I am talking about granola.

    Recently a heard a right-of-the-dial radio announcer comment that she would get back to her listeners after removing “a piece of granola from her throat.”

    Surgically, I am not sure what she meant. Sarcastically however this represented yet another attempt at demeaning a certain cereal substance that is nothing but good for you.

    (let me get back to this…I am choking on a small piece of bloodless bacon prepared by the Hersuit Monks of Mendota…seriously…bought it at the organic farmers market yester…)