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.
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| P'tit Train du Nord, 2023 (Photo by John MacDougall) |
I love this shot. It captures the essence of that day last month when Lorna and I biked the P’tit Train du Nord from Mont-Tremblant Village to Labelle and back. The trail took us along beautiful Lac Mercier. Red, orange, and yellow leaves. Pale blue-white sky. Excellent paved trail, strewn with leaves. We ate the day!
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