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, October 10, 2026

Acts of Seeing: Robinson's Island

Photo by John MacDougall










I took this picture a few days ago on Robinson’s Island – one of my favorite places. I biked there from our home in Stanhope. There’s a beautiful trail that takes you there across marsh, along dunes, until you get to the island, which is connected to the mainland by a narrow causeway. No vehicles are allowed, just walkers and cyclists. The day I was there, I had the place to myself. The beach on the north side of the island was strewn with wrecked lobster traps – one of my favorite camera subjects. They’re like found sculptures made of wood, net, and rope – smashed by the waves into unique configurations. They don’t last. The tide comes in, moves them around on the rocks, and breaks them apart. I see them as symbols. This is the way life goes. 

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