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.

Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Confessions of a Conflicted Blogger

Illustration by Jon Han











The New Yorker has produced a wonderful 100th Anniversary Issue. I want to blog about it. I suppose I could do it on my new blog The Driftwood Almanac. But doesn’t it make more sense to celebrate The New Yorker right here at my old home – The New Yorker & Me? I think so. 

It's been only eight days since I published my “Last Post” on The New Yorker & Me. But already I’m having second, third, and fourth thoughts. Politics triggered the stoppage. I’m a Canadian. Trump’s tariff war and his musings about making Canada the 51st State infuriate me. Nevertheless, I now see that allowing politics to interfere with literary pleasure is crazy.

The New Yorker & Me has been a labor of love for fifteen years. Do I want to let it go just because of Trump? I don't think so. There’s plenty of life left in The New Yorker & Me. I’m going to resume writing it. 

The Driftwood Almanac has potential, I think. I’ll put it on hold for now. I’ll re-post the note on Svetlana Alpers to The New Yorker & Me. I apologize for my inconsistency over the last eight days. I think I’ve got it together now. The path is clear. The New Yorker & Me lives on. 

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