It’s good to be provocative sometimes, especially if you can get a conversation started about an important topic. I assumed that’s what Wired magazine was doing a few weeks ago with their “The Web is Dead” cover story, ironically announced online. It got people thinking: “what do they mean by that?” And so I was relieved to find out that, no, the internet isn’t really dead, but Wired had a point to make. Click here to continue reading full post
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One of the first times I went into Bob (cartoon editor of the New Yorker) Mankoff’s office he said something to me about people’s needing to “get over their infatuation with their own brilliance.” Those weren’t his exact words, but that was the sentiment. It was a blanket statement against cartoonists in general, but it was made while he was commenting on one of mine specifically. My initial reaction was “who does he think he is?”
And then I realized he was right. It’s great advice, and it doesn’t just pertain to cartoonists. It’s universal. If you’re a creative person you need a solid sense of confidence in your own material, but you also need a healthy suspicion that your material might not be all that special. It’s helped me to try and push myself.
The ephemeral nature of the cartoon world often brings this issue to the forefront. When a new idea enters the cultural consciousness, it seems as if every cartoonist is there to pounce on it at the same time, but we all think we’re the first one. We all thought of swines getting the human flu and we all thought Lincoln would have Tweeted the Gettysburg Address. Half of my good ideas, it seems, have already been thought of by somebody else, and many of the ideas I think are so fantastic are really just awful ideas that only appear fantastic in the moment because they are mine.
And that’s the case, I’m pretty sure, with this cartoon. It was actually destined for publication at one point, but eventually the magazine returned it to me via the FedEx envelope of death, and I don’t really blame them. It’s not worthy, and probably never was.
Naturally, it begins with a death. When the New Yorker doesn’t want to publish a cartoon, it gets rejected. However, on the rare occasion when they buy a cartoon with the intention of publishing it, and then change their mind, the cartoon gets killed. This is the first cartoon of mine which was introduced to the publishing afterlife, and so I thought I’d give it an official memorial here. The official cause of death remains unknown, but I’ll offer you the chance to vote on it.