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.

Friday, October 21, 2022

October 10, 2022 Issue

“Filtration camps” – Russian euphemism for concentration camps. Russia is depraved! If you need more proof, read David Kortava’s “In the Filtration Camps,” in this week’s issue. It tells about the hellish ordeal of a young man called Taras (not his real name), taken from his home in Mariupol by Russian soldiers and detained in a so-called filtration camp for nearly six weeks. Taras was lucky; he was eventually released. Many prisoners in these camps die. Kortava writes,

The following weeks took on a bleak rhythm. The detainees had only what clothes they had been wearing on the day they were apprehended. Cases of what appeared to be pneumonia or COVID broke out, but the soldiers provided no aid or medicine. When one sick detainee started to fade away, the others pleaded for an ambulance to be summoned, to no avail. Several hours later, the man was dead. Guards ordered two detainees to move the body to the gymnasium. 

Russian soldiers have no regard for the sanctity of human life. They’re despicable. Damn them all! 

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