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, July 17, 2025

Acts of Seeing: Iqaluit

Photo by John MacDougall











A friend from Iqaluit recently visited us here in Stanhope. Her presence took me back twenty years to my own Iqaluit days, when I roamed the town, hunting for interesting images. One of my favorite walks was along the beach, where I could look at one of my favorite Arctic things – Arctic canoes. I took countless pictures of them. This one, for example, dated March 30, 2008. I love the curved bow and the dark blue-green with black trim and the orange rope and the chunk of snow sitting on top. This canoe is just biding its time, waiting for summer, when it can go down the bay.    

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