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.

Friday, December 2, 2022

November 28, 2022 Issue

Kathryn Schulz, in her “Little Houses on the Prairie,” in this week’s issue, mocks “immersion journalism”: 

Immersion journalism, long-form journalism, literary journalism, investigative journalism, narrative nonfiction: all this was once the open rangeland known simply as “reporting.” No matter what other name you gin up for the work, it has always been the case that the best way to tell a story is to get as close to it as possible and learn as much about it as you can. Whether the result is short or long, shallow or deep, bare-bones or brimming with scenes has nothing to do with how you characterize the process of writing it, and everything to do with familiar constraints: the outlet, the editor, the budget, the nature of the story, the proclivities and abilities of the author.

Note that “gin up.” Schulz thinks “immersion journalism” is just a fancy name for what all good reporters do – get as close to the story as possible and learn as much about it as you can. But she’s wrong. There’s an important element she leaves out: subjectivity. There are certain journalists – John McPhee, Ian Frazier, Nick Paumgarten are three that quickly come to mind – whom I read primarily for the encounter between their sensibility and the world. These writers put themselves inside the frame with their subjects. They write in the first person major. They aren’t egotists. They don’t get in the way of their stories. But they are there, with their subjects; their writing is immersive, whether Schulz likes it or not. 

I have another quibble with Schulz’s piece – its lack of quotation from the book (Ted Conover’s Cheap Land Colorado) she’s reviewing. Schulz seems so in love with her own voice and the look of her own prose that she can’t pause even for ten seconds to give the reader a sample of Conover’s writing. She says it’s “consistently interesting to read.” Okay, show me. 

1 comment:

  1. Very well put, John! It is the difference that I perceive, for example, between, on the one hand, Rachel Aviv, and, on the other, McPhee. Aviv is an excellent reporter; McPhee is an excellent writer.

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