I have had a subscription to The New Yorker for over twenty years. It’s a huge time commitment to keep up with. I’ve thought about dropping it several times so that I can do things like eat and sleep, but I always keep it because of the cartoons. Years ago many magazines published cartoons, but now only The New Yorker and Playboy provide well paying venues for cartoonists. I doubt my wife will let me subscribe to Playboy, so The New Yorker remains me only steady dose of magazine cartooning.
The look of the cartoons has changed a lot of the years from the days when Arno, Roth, and Lorenz were the top dogs. Some of the new cartoonists I really like, but some of them don’t have much visual appeal for me. Then there’s Tom Chitty, whose work has recently appeared in the magazine. I was completely bewildered by the look of his drawings at first. “How the hell did this get into The New Yorker?” I thought. Eventually, though, I began to look forward to his outright bizarre looking cartoons and became a fervent admirer of his work. So much so that his cartoons are the ones I most look forward to.
This is the one that turned the corner for me and I thought, “Okay. I’d like to see a LOT more of this guy’s work.”
Here are a few more. His humans are gloriously weird looking.