Introduction

What is The New Yorker? I know it’s a great magazine and that it’s a tremendous source of pleasure in my life. But what exactly is it? This blog’s premise is that The New Yorker is a work of art, as worthy of comment and analysis as, say, Keats’s “Ode on a Grecian Urn.” Each week I review one or more aspects of the magazine’s latest issue. I suppose it’s possible to describe and analyze an entire issue, but I prefer to keep my reviews brief, and so I usually focus on just one or two pieces, to explore in each the signature style of its author. A piece by Nick Paumgarten is not like a piece by Jill Lepore, and neither is like a piece by Ian Frazier. One could not mistake Collins for Seabrook, or Bilger for Goldfield, or Mogelson for Kolbert. Each has found a style, and it is that style that I respond to as I read, and want to understand and describe.

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Rob Garver's Wonderful "What She Said: The Art of Pauline Kael"
























I saw Rob Garver’s What She Said: The Art of Pauline Kael (2019) last night at City Cinema. I enjoyed it immensely. A lot is packed into its one hour and thirty-eight minutes. Swatches of dozens of great movies are artfully interwoven with clips of Kael talking, and of others commenting on her life and work. I particularly enjoyed the way it’s structured around key Kael pieces like “Hud, Deep in the Divided Heart of Hollywood,” “Shoeshine,” “Breathless,” “The Come-Dressed-As-the-Sick-Soul-of-Europe Parties,” “Bonnie and Clyde,” “Trash, Art, and the Movies,” “Raising Kane,” and “Tango.” For Kael, it was all about working out her responses. And she did that right there on the page. As she said in the Introduction to her superb For Keeps (1994), 

A friend of mine says that he learned from reading me that “content grows from language, not the other way around.” That’s a generous way of saying that I let it rip, that I don’t know what I think until I’ve said it. The reader is in on my thought processes.

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