A delightful mini-interview (actually three minutes direct to camera) with Bob Mankoff.
The great arbiter of the funnies in the New Yorker, that’s who.
He looks the part of “the cartoon editor of the New Yorker”.
He talks the part. This, fellow Brits, is the epitome of the smart Noo York dude.
His gestures are superb, theatrical and pointed.
To cap it all, “I had a complicated relationship with my mother”.
A consistent tradition
The true joy is Mankoff’s collection of New Yorker cartoons, first published for the magazine’s 80th anniversary (and more recently up-dated). By no coincidence, the accompanying double CD — which had the entire oeuvre of 68,647 images — seems to have been ‘borowed’.
The punchiness of too many remains painfully true — what Mankoff calls “the right amount of wrong”. There is, for a prime example, this one by Al Frueh, from that dismal year 1932:
I have never quite got the fascination with Thurberesque seals (an Algonquin in-joke?). That apart, many of these simple drawings are appealing, simple and have hidden depths. Here, for example, is an Alan Dunn from May 1946:
It implies much the same as Norman Rockwell’s Willie Gillis in College [which I think is a magnificent concoction], the Saturday Evening Post front cover spread later that year: