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 Galchen, 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.

Thursday, November 18, 2021

Two Interpretations of Thomas Struth's "Crosby Street, New York, Soho"

Thomas Struth, Crosby Street, New York, Soho (1978)










Robert B. Pippin, in his Philosophy by Other Means (2021), approaches art as a form of thought. He calls his approach “philosophical criticism.” He says the task of philosophical criticism is to illuminate the “philosophical issue” at the heart of the artwork. In theory, this is an interesting approach. Surely, there’s a thinking process involved in the creation of art. One of criticism’s tasks is to track it. But in Pippin’s hands, the approach doesn’t clarify; it occludes. 

The problem is that his own thinking is blinkered by an odd notion. He thinks that the “defeat of theatricality” is “central to establishing the work, any pictorial work in modernity, as an artwork.” I say “odd” because the question of whether a work is theatrical or anti-theatrical seems such a minor consideration. Much more important, in my view, is the work’s style – the way it makes thought visible. 

Take Thomas Struth’s brilliant “Crosby Street, New York, Soho” (1978), for example. Pippin uses it to illustrate his point about how a sense of meaningfulness in art is “opened by the still, mute, eerie absences in the objects depicted.” Fair enough. But bear in mind that “absences in the objects” (italicized by Pippin for emphasis) is, in Pippin’s view, a loaded phrase. It’s one of the indices of anti-theatricality.  

I like Struth’s photo. Why? It has nothing to do with anti-theatricality – at least I don’t think it does. It has to do with pattern, texture, all those subtle shades of grimy gray, and the white light of early morning glinting in the chrome and glass of that parked car. It’s a beautiful picture! But for Struth’s inspiration, it would’ve passed unnoticed. 

In his book, Pippin says that value resides in whether an artwork can be said to reveal “a kind of truth.” Okay. But, for me, value also resides in enjoying the aesthetic aspects of the work.

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