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, January 10, 2025

Postscript: David Lodge 1935 - 2025

David Lodge (Photo by Leonardo Cendamo)

I see in the Times that David Lodge has died. He’s probably best known as a novelist. But he was also an excellent literary critic. Three of his reviews that I remember with pleasure are “Simon Gray’s Diaries” (The Guardian, November 22, 2008; included in his 2014 Lives in Writing), “The Rise and Fall and Rise and Fall of Kingsley Amis” (The New York Review of Books, May 31, 2007; also included in Lives in Writing), and “Sick with Desire: Philip Roth’s Libertine Professor” (The New York Review of Books, July 5, 2001; included in his 2002 collection Consciousness and the Novel). 

In another piece, “History Boy” (The New York Review of Books, May 11, 2006; also included in Lives in Writing), a review of Alan Bennett’s Untold Stories, Lodge made a comment that went straight into my personal anthology of great literary quotations:

Again and again in this book he [Alan Bennett] demonstrates that almost anything that happens to a person can be interesting, moving and entertaining if you write about it well enough.

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