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Dolly Faibyshev, "Mermaid Spa" |
This year’s “Mid-Year Top Ten (2017)” is the eighth in a
series that began in 2010, the year this blog was launched. All
were composed by New Yorker & Me staff
writer John MacDougall. We asked him to reflect on his work.
What’s the point of
these lists?
They’re a way for me to take stock of my New Yorker reading experience.
What criteria do you
use to pick and rank the pieces?
Pleasure is my guide.
Well, what do you look
for in a piece of writing? What gives you pleasure?
Are you familiar with James Wood’s definition of “thisness”?
Refresh my memory.
Thisness is any detail that draws abstraction toward itself
and seems to kill that abstraction with a puff of palpability, any detail that
centers our attention with its concretion. Wood wrote that in his great How Fiction Works. It’s one of my
touchstones. It expresses perfectly the quality in writing I most relish. The New Yorker brims with it.
I notice that this
year’s “Mid-Year Top Ten” contains a “Goings On About Town” list. That’s a new
feature, isn’t it?
Yes, it is. Over the last couple of years, “Goings On About
Town” has become my favorite section of the magazine.
Why is that?
I think it has to do with my preference for description over
narrative. “Goings On About Town” contains an abundance of great description.
Give me an example.
Well, the one that immediately comes to mind is Becky
Cooper’s brilliant “Tables For Two” piece on Mermaid Spa, in which, in detail
after sensuous detail, she describes the dining room, the sauna, the steam
room, and the food. For me, it’s one of the most memorable pieces of the year
so far – right up there with Luke Mogelson’s “The Avengers of Mosul” and John
Kinsella’s “Milking the Tiger Snake.”
Your lists are always
positive. Have you ever considered including a “worst” or “most disappointing”
category?
No. My list is a fan’s list. I like to keep it positive.
Is your list in anyway
biased?
Yes, I readily admit I have favorites – Ian Frazier, James
Wood, and Peter Schjeldahl, to name three. I relish Robert Sullivan’s writing.
Anytime he appears in the magazine, I try to get him on my list.
Who do you think reads
these lists? Who’s your target audience?
I’m not sure who reads them. I don’t have a target. I make
them for their own sake. They’re my way of paying homage to The New Yorker – to the many writers,
editors, and artists who produce it. Also, these lists afford me the pleasure
of revisiting the magazine pieces and savoring my favorite passages.
Do you foresee a time
when your enthusiasm for The New Yorker
will wane and you’ll stop making these lists?
No. I’m totally hooked on The New Yorker. If anything, my addiction is intensifying.
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