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.

Saturday, March 28, 2026

March 23, 2026 Issue












This week’s issue features a cover by the great Maira Kalman. An ecstatic bouquet of fuscia, magenta, hot pink, yellow, orange, purple blooms, with a profusion of green leaves, in a blue vase, it delights my eyes and lifts my spirits. Kalman is a supreme colorist. She painted one of my all-time favorite New Yorker covers – the March 14, 2005 “Just Duckie” – showing a blue-billed duck nesting on wonan's green-haired head. 



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