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.

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Friday, March 4, 2016

Gone to New York




















Tomorrow, I travel to Manhattan for a week’s visit. I’m taking the February 29th New Yorker with me. (The New Yorker is a wonderful travel companion.) I’ll post my review of it as soon as I return (March 11).

Credit: The above artwork is Jennifer Bartlett’s Hospital (2012), a view of the East River, Queensboro Bridge, and F.D.R. Drive.