Take a look at these great photographs of New Yorker cartoonists taken by Anne Hall Elser, a long time editorial staff member of the magazine. The gallery of photos includes Charles Addams, Edward Koren, Arnie Levin, William Steig, P.C. Vey, Roz Chast, James Stevenson, Charles Barsotti, Gahan Wilson, Victoria Roberts, George Price, George Booth, and Ed Arno
I’m not sure if Harold Ross ever made the cover of any magazine other than this August 1948 issue of The American Mercury (the twelve page in-house New Yorker parody, dated November 6, 1926, with Ross in silhouette as Eustace Tilley, is an exception). The Mercury’s nine page cover story by Allen Churchill is a quick and fun read. Dale Kramer’s 1951 biography, Ross and The New Yorker, is a step-up from Churchill’s article. Thomas Kunkel’s Ross biography, Genius in Disguise is the final word.
From Rina Piccolo’s site comes word of the next Fisticuffs line-up, and date: March 2, 2011. Joining Piccolo will be Drew Dernavich, Farley Katz and “Bizzaro’s” Dan Piraro
Sundays usually make me think of books – don’t know why, can’t explain it, but that’s the way it’s been for a long long time. It’s the day I traditionally set out for my favorite bookstore in upstate New York.
Twenty some years ago a friend suggested the store to my wife and I, saying it was a bit of a drive but worth it. We followed his van ( between the friend’s family and ours there were too many kids and parents to fit in one car) up the Taconic Parkway, then off onto back roads, past broken down farms, and ancient cemeteries, and finally onto a rutty dirt road where we stopped at a low barn with a few cars parked out front. I admit I didn’t expect much — after years of haunting used bookstores, I thought I could judge a used bookstore by its cover. I’d been to too many barn bookstores filled with battered books at high prices.
Walking into this place, it took only a few seconds for things to go very right. Inside, and just to the left was the humor section; before I had time to scan the room my eyes fell on an Otto Soglow collection that had been on my “want list” for years (this was before the days of the internet when used book searching was door-to-door, and not site-to-site).
The visit was already a success, and even better: the store was a delight in every way, from the wood stove heating up a kettle filled with a concoction of spice and water, to the organization of each jam-packed room, to the proprietor, whose friendly but low-key manner is key to the store’s charm.
There were a number of used book stores in our area back then; Main Street Books, up in Germantown, was another favorite, but sadly, it has closed its doors. Only this one, on the dirt road, has survived.
Note: The New Yorker’s blog, “The Book Bench,” posted a piece about The Book Barn back in July of 2010. You can read it here
(Photo: courtesy of Gretchen Maslin)
Ink Spill was hacked late last night. Thanks to some speedy work by my site manager it is now fully back and running. To all my visitors: sorry for the inconvenience.
As a cartoonist it’s (mostly) all about what’s next; this may explain why I sometimes like to take a breather and think about what was. Still in a celebratory mode because of The New Yorker’s 86th anniversary, I went to my collection of anniversary issues and pulled out the issue from fifty years ago, dated February 18, 1961. Thought I’d sit with it for a few moments and take a look at the cartoons.
There’s no “Table of Contents” for the issue ( the magazine didn’t add that helpful feature until the issue of March 22, 1969), so knowing whose work appears inside will be a surprise.
William Steig’s work appears on page 14, but it’s not a cartoon, it’s an ad — an illustration for First National City Bank. Moving through the movie listings ( “Ben Hur,” “the Misfits,” “Exodus,” etc., etc.) and pausing to take in Otto (“The Little King”) Soglow’s wonderful “Talk of the Town” drawings, we encounter the first cartoon of the issue, and it’s by the magazine’s most prolific cartoonist, Alan Dunn (Dunn also holds the honor of being one half of the first married New Yorker cartoonist couple. His wife was Mary Petty). Dunn was an expert at making something out of the day’s headlines, and in this case the drawing reflects our country’s endless fascination with the Russians.
Next is a George Price drawing of a waiter holding a giant shish-kebob setting off the restaurant’s sprinkler system. A good solid effort by one of the masters of the Golden Age. Richard Decker’s drawing of a doctor’s waiting room filled with self-promoting ads, including a “Specials” sign, wouldn’t be so out of place – with some tweaking — in today’s New Yorker.
A Robert Kraus is next, done in his inviting moody Dedini-esque style, and then an Ed Fisher drawing (by my calculations, the eighty-fifth of his career at The New Yorker – he eventually published just over 700). Another Alan Dunn follows ( tied into current events, of course) and then a classic Steig husband-and-wife domestic scene ( I can’t help but be reminded that The New Yorker is fortunate to have a contemporaneous expert at capturing domestic scenes: Victoria Roberts). Opposite Steig’s drawing is a Steinberg, captionless of course ( he’d given up captions long ago). A man wearing a helmet and shield sits on a rearing horse—they’ve just encountered a projection screen, such as the kind a family would set up to watch home movies.
A page later is a half-page captionless Charles Addams drawing ( Addams told Dick Cavett that the captionless drawings were his favorite kind). Turn the page and there’s a Charles Saxon ( man, did he have a smooth style) and then a Lee Lorenz ( his eighty-eighth drawing for the magazine in a career still going like gang-busters). Another page finds a Chon Day, the master of economical styling ( not counting Thurber). Two pages later, a three-quarter beauty by Whitney Darrow, Jr., specifically referencing the new family at The White House; Caroline Kennedy utters the caption.
After the Darrow drawing it’s a fifty-four page wait til the next cartoon, wherein James Stevenson takes us back to a couple in ancient Rome and, shockingly(!) uses the word “orgy” in his caption. Another twenty-nine pages zoom by before we reach the last cartoon in the issue. By Frank Modell, it’s a bar scene, and the subject is nearly everyone’s favorite subject — a subject at which Modell excels: men and women.