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.

Friday, July 17, 2026

Acts of Seeing: Achill Island

Achill Island, 2024 (Photo by John MacDougall)










September 19, 2024, Lorna and I were biking Achill Island, on Ireland’s west coast. I love the receding perspective of this shot – down the ribbon of old country road to the graveyard way in the distance. If you look closely, you can see Lorna on her bike just past the green tractor on the left. I love everything about this picture – the charcoal gray road, the motley greens of the trees and bushes, the canted telephone pole, the white specks of the gravestones, that magnificent upsweep of textured mountain, the pure blue sky. It’s a capsule of an exhilarating moment of an exhilarating day – one of the best of my life. Achill is a photographer’s dream. 

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