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 Goldfield, 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, July 12, 2024

Acts of Seeing: Kimmirut

Photo by John MacDougall










September 12, 2007, I was in Kimmirut for a meeting of Qikiqtani Inuit Association. Every chance I got while I was there, I roamed the hamlet, hunting for interesting images. I watched as a boat called the Misty Michelle was launched and loaded for a trip to a soapstone quarry to get some carving stone. What I like about this picture is the clear afternoon light, the human activity (nine people aboard the two boats, including a kid with red boots perched precariously on the deck edge), the silvery water, the brilliant red dot of a buoy, the freshly painted whiteness of the Misty Michelle, and – most of all – that sublimely textured rock backdrop, with its slanted seams and subtle shades of white, gray, black, and ochre. 

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