The Cartoon Mayor
Dear Steve:
I couldn't agree with you more about Mayor Giuliani and
his hollow showboating regarding the Brooklyn Museum controversy. While much of
what passes for 20 th -century modern art is
absolutely horseshit--painting an entire canvas red is mere laziness, and
claiming that it has meaning doesn't make it so--Giuliani seems determined to
base his whole political career on crushing the messy process that is popular
culture and scapegoating people too weak to defend themselves.
As New Yorkers will recall, he launched his career by
going after homeless guys who spritz your windshield at intersections and
demand a buck to finish the job. OK, so they were annoying, but there are crack
houses that have enjoyed continuous operation during the years that the mayor
has been after the squeegee men. Then he put all the accouterments of street
life out of business--newsstands, hotdog stands, street vendors--all of which
gave New York a sidewalk-level buzz that separated it from your average
suburban mall. Last year he attacked taxi drivers with fines for
speeding--frankly, any cabby who can speed in these
choked streets gets an extra tip from yours truly--and an array of nuisance
regulations designed to make their lives impossible. I drove a cab for years
and thought it was too hard for $150 a shift; these days you're lucky if you
make $60 for 12 hours of backbreaking through the streets of Manhattan. What
kind of bully picks on guys who earn five bucks an hour?
More frightening, he's turned Times Square and its
menagerie of wonderful filth and decadence into Disney World North. The porn
shops are all but gone, nightclubs find it nearly impossible to function after
getting busted all the time, and now he's stopping the rent check to the
biggest cultural institution in Brooklyn. What always made New York great was
its anarchic brew of mayhem and energy; Giuliani is determined to replace both
with sterility and bourgeois consumerism.
OK, back to comic strips. After yesterday's missive, a
number of people e-mailed me to remind me of Scott Adams' Dilbert --and of course, it's a great strip. It speaks to the
cubical culture in which many Americans, including me until a few years ago,
spend two-thirds of their waking hours, and does so with consistently funny gag
lines. Still, there's quite a bit of repetition there, too, which I think is
inevitable. How can anyone draw 365 cartoons a year for 10 years or more and
have each idea be original? I think that's why recent giants like Watterson
( Calvin and Hobbes ) and Larson ( The Far Side ) quit after roughly a decade each--you get pretty
tapped out at 3,000-plus ideas, and they had the class to recognize that.
Moreover, the daily papers are constantly shrinking the space available for
comic strips, which means that it's impossible to stretch out artistically.
Ah, I'd forgotten all about editorial cartoonist Ranan
Lurie, for whom I once toiled as a graphics assistant (wage: $5 an hour, no
benefits, in 1987) for two months, until you retrieved my repressed memories.
Fortunately, I don't read papers where he appears, but his work is trite,
appallingly apolitical, and graphically bereft of any character whatsoever.
Even worse, the guy never paid me for thinking up ideas, crosshatching,
etc.--yo, Ranan, with interest that comes to half the value of your Trump Tower
apartment now. I need the cash for drawing lessons, man.
But the greatest conflict in cartooning is about which
is more important: Ideas or drawing. It helps when a creator enjoys both a muse
and a good hand (as you do, Steve), but the vast majority of cartoonists are
lucky to have one or the other. Editors, it seems, lean more to the graphics
side, but I think people like Larson and James Thurber prove that you can draw
great cartoons with lousy art. I have yet to find a great cartoonist with bad
or nonexistent ideas. In my case, I know that the art has always been my weak
point, which is why I developed a highly stylized drawing style (it also helps
to set it apart from the donkey-and-elephant crowd of editorial cartoonists)
and why I still take drawing lessons and study everything from old woodcuts to
Cuban comics. I can't understand gifted artists who intentionally draw less
well than they're able to; it's a form of self-mutilation. As for the ideas,
either you have them or you don't, and there isn't much you can do about it
either way.
Speaking of Peter Max, I hear he's made sort of a
comeback on the '70s nostalgia bandwagon--he even had some show a few years
back in Des Moines, of all places.
Very truly yours,
Ted
