i've seen god...he's called adam gopnik

in the world of magazine journalism, there's the new yorker and everything else. simply to appear in the magazine indicates a mastery of the writing craft. but even among this distinguished company, adam gopnik emerges as special. everything you wish you could have observed, he observes for you. no point goes unaddressed, no angle unexplored and the eloquence with which he spells these ideas out, unmatched.

there's an old story which gets repeated at the beginning of every journalism class across the country. during an interview for a lofty editorial position, the managing editor of a revered journalism organziation asks the interviewee about his qualifications. the interviewee boasts that he can walk into the newsroom and without exchanging a single word with the writers pick out the finest of the bunch.

sure enough, the two of them step out of the office, the writer takes a sweeping glance of the room, and picks out the star wordsmiths. dumbfounded, the ME asks how he did it. simple, the writer says, just look for those whose lips move as they write.

great writing engages your senses. though letters are just curved marks on paper (or computer screen) they somehow become much more in the hands of a skilled practitioner. entire scenes are painted in one's mind, each sentence another brush stroke bringing the picture one step closer to completion. yet simultaneously, each word seems whispered in your ear, as intimate as that first great conversation with a future partner.

it's the rhythm of the words that really captivates me. the picture is great, but without the audio seeems hollow. and here adam gopnik excels. for anyone who doubts that, they simply need to read the opening paragraph of his latest contribution, shootings. the topic is familar: the virginia tech massacre. but to not hear, or more accurately, be haunted by his words, you'd need to be dead yourself.