How About Never--Is Never Good for You?: My Life in Cartoons
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Welcome to my world. Come on in, but watch your step. You could slip.
Actually, I can see you're a bit shy, so why don't we get acquainted first.
First, let me tell you a little bit about yourself. Presumptuous of me, I know, but data mining projections of who would come to this site, as well as the meta-data of all your phone records supplied by the NSA are surprisingly accurate. However, you are a little taller than I expected.
Now, what else do I know about you? Only this for sure, like Scaramouche.
You were born with a gift for laughter and a sense that the world is mad. Even so, you've stopped wearing those tights.
In any case the data, meta-data, and just the fact that you're still reading something like this suggest that your sense of humor is probably the sense you value most.
That's certainly the case for me. Besides making life more enjoyable during good times and bearable during trying ones, having it, and honing helped me become cartoon editor of The New Yorker in 1997.
Best job in the world, greatest professional day of my life—except for a day, twenty years earlier, when I sold my first cartoon to The New Yorker.
Pretty weird right. What were they thinking? I don't know. Maybe they were wearing tights.
Anyway, I've sold over nine-hundred and fifty since then but none compares with that first one. That took years to sell. Why?
First, there were all of those misspent years failing at other things. Failing at being a welfare worker (actually becoming eligible for benefits myself), at teaching speed reading (my "What, Me Hurry?" T-shirt was thought to send a mixed message), and, finally, failing as a Ph.D. candidate in experimental psychology.
Why was I even in a graduate program in experimental psychology to begin with?
To make a long story short, I don't remember, but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with the war, and the time me and my buddies weren't in Nam. Whatever. The sweep of history and the fear of death landed me at Queens College in 1974, on the cusp of getting my doctorate in experimental psychology. My mother was overjoyed.
I didn't share her enthusiasm. I was so close to being a "doctor" that I could taste it, but it didn't taste good. My gift for laughter and my sense that the world was mad were rapidly dissipating, as I learned more and more about what I was less and less interested in. And my experimental animal, a rat, had no sense of humor at all.
So I quit, and immediately became a successful New Yorker cartoonist. Nah, that's not the way it happened. You'll need to read that memoir of mine, "How About Never: Is Never Good For You? My Life in Cartoons," to find out how it actually went down. You can get a flavor of it, and find out if it's to your taste by downloading the intro here.
Over the years I've written a few books including my newest, How About Never: Is Never Good For You? My Life in Cartoons," as well as "The Naked Cartoonist: A New Way to Enhance Your Creativity," published in 2002, about the creative process.
I also edited "The Complete Cartoons of The New Yorker" (Black Dog Leventhal), which was the best-selling coffee-table book for the 2004 holiday season, featuring all 68,647 cartoons ever published in The New Yorker since its debut, in 1925.
Today I live in Briarcliff Manor, New York, with my wife Cory. Our daughter Sarah lives in Bushwick Brooklyn, with all the other cool kids trying to figure out what to do with an expensive liberal arts education.
I spend most of my time as I always have - thinking about humor, drawing, meditating, power-napping and coming up with new ideas for cartoons. And, I'm always up for a good game of ping-pong.