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.

Sunday, June 14, 2026

Postscript: Robert Coles 1928 - 2026

Robert Coles (photo by Wendy Ewald)



















I see in the Times that Rober Coles has died: “Robert Coles, Pulitzer-Winning Child Psychiatrist, Is Dead at 97.” Coles is best known for his five-volume Children in Crisis series, published between 1967 and 1977. But I know him for an excellent book he published in 1997 called Doing Documentary Work. It’s an illuminating discussion of literary documentaries such as James Agee’s Let Us Now Praise Famous Men and George Orwell’s The Road to Wigan Pier. It also considers the work of documentary photographers Walker Evans and Dorthea Lange, among others. Coles admired writers and photographers who searched for “the factual, the palpable, the real.” But he was also mindful of the impossibility of being truly objective. “We notice what we notice in accordance with who we are.” That observation is one of my touchstones. Coles wrote it.  

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