I’ve recently subscribed to the New Yorker, a magazine I’ve always wanted to read but haven’t tried. Truthfully, the sweet deal of 6 magazines and a free tote for $6 was the clincher for me.
I’ve surprisingly really enjoyed the content of the New Yorker. The diversity of the content keeps each magazine fresh and dynamic.
For example, the Jan 6, 2020, issue includes a personal history of grief by V.S. Naipaul, an untold story of Einstein by Hart Pomerantz, and an expose on Language Barriers in the US by Rachel Nolan.
The New Yorker certainly isn’t a place meant for specific research or topics (though it can be that.) Instead, The New Yorker is supposed to be a holistic enjoyment that makes you feel more informed and connected to the world. A sampling plate of different written dishes.
In the Personal History: Grief by V.S. Naipaul, Naipaul discusses his unique perspective and relationship with grief. Beginning with a terminally ill father to his tumultuous relationship with his cat Augustus, Naipaul explores how grief reminded him of those he loved.
He says grief feels like the deceased passing through to remind him of their relationship. It’s a feeling created by those gone, not by the ones that remain.
Naipul’s reflection is a prime example of the type of content The New Yorker consistently delivers to its audience. Relevant, profound, and quirky, any time a new one arrives in my mailbox is a new opportunity for me to learn more.