Geez, what a year. I’ve spent this morning looking back through Ink Spill’s 2016 posts. This was the year we lost more New Yorker cartoonist colleagues than in any previous twelve month period in the magazine’s history: William Hamilton, John Caldwell, Gerald Dumas, Michael Crawford, Anatol Kovarsky, Frank Modell, Robert Weber, and Peter Porges.
Their combined published work in The New Yorker adds up to approximately 5,000 drawings. An astounding number. But of course what they really contributed to the magazine, and to us, whatever number of drawings published, were their distinct worlds, beautifully, thoughtfully, artfully and engagingly set down on paper.
All of these artists helped define what a New Yorker cartoon is, and what it could be. As as the old year takes a hike, and a sparkling new year begins, I suggest a fitting tribute to these fine fellows would be to seek out their work and revel in it.
Note: So Long, 2016. Howdy, 2017 is pinched from a line in Bob Dylan’s song, “Talkin’ New York”: “So long, New York. Howdy, East Orange”