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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| Rebecca Clarke, Patricia Lockwood |
A shoutout to Rebecca Clarke for her wonderful color portraits of writers that now and again appear in The New York Times Book Review. There’s one of Patricia Lockwood in last week’s issue: see above. I collect these portraits. Here are two of my favorites:
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| Rebecca Clarke, Brenda Wineapple |
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| Rebecca Clarke, Joy Williams |
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