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.

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Acts of Seeing: Trinity

Photo by John MacDougall










May 18, 2012, a brilliant day in Trinity, Newfoundland. Walking around this spruced-up, freshly painted fishing village, I felt like I was in a movie set of a fishing village. There was hardly anyone around. The sun was shining through a spattering of white clouds. The light was clear as could be. I love those white picket fences. There are four of them – two in the foreground, and two farther down the street. I love the bundle of wooden poles leaning against the shed. I love the dab of red on the belfry of the church steeple. Look behind the church. You can see a tiny slice of sea. 

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