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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| Grado, June 18, 2023 (Photo by John MacDougall) |
I have a taste for boats and reflections. Both elements coalesce in this shot, taken one sunny morning in Grado, Italy. Lorna and I were biking around town, seeing what there was to see. The fishing boat is a beauty – sleek contour, great white-green-and-blue paint job. But it’s the foreground, with its gorgeous liquid reflection, blending the colors of the boat and the apartment buildings behind, that makes this picture one of my favorites.
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