Writes Emma Allen in The New Yorker's "Postscript" — "Edward Koren, the Cheery Philosopher of Cartoons/The artist, who was first published in The New Yorker in 1962, never stopped marvelling at the miracle of a cartoon’s creation."
“My trajectory was a comedy of manners,” Mr. Koren said in an interview for this obituary in 2018. “I was drawn to sociology and cultural anthropology. My work was a bit tame, I suppose. I avoided sex. It was political in a different sense. I examined the middle class, and everywhere I looked people were outraged. I did not want to manifest that in my work. I just gravitated toward animals.”
Elaborating on his anthropomorphic creatures, Mr. Koren said: “Animals are gentle and funny. There is a long tradition in English and French literature, going back to the 19th century, of using animals in humor. For me, it was a framework, a way of getting above the political fray and the passing controversies of the day.”
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Many others here will certainly make this comment, so I might as well be first: The best thing about The New Yorker is the cartoons.
I once sat across the table from Edward Koren at a swanky Manhattan dinner party and he got a big laugh by opening up his packet of Saltines and crumbling them into his soup.
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For cross reference.
I’ve never heard of him- RIP to the man.
Struck down in the prime of life as George Booth might say.
I never knew his name but I liked his work, second to Roz Chast of course.
(In before the New Yorker haters I hope).
Here's one of my favorites: Ha! Not a chef or sous-chef among them.
Dave Begley writes, "The best thing about The New Yorker is the cartoons."
Gotta have something to break up the monotony, otherwise, the Nooyawkah would be one continuous turd rather than a series of turdettes.
Dave Begley said...
Many others here will certainly make this comment, so I might as well be first: The best thing about The New Yorker is the cartoons.
I wouldn’t say that, but the cartoons are a very big part of what makes the New Yorker so special. And the passing of Koren is another reminder of how irreplaceable was the generation of cartoonists typified by Koren; Hamilton; Booth; Saxon; Stevenson; Handelsman; Steig; etc., etc. Almost too many to list. You’d instantly recognize the work of any of them even if you didn’t remember their names. (Their trademark eccentric cartoon signatures might help, however.)
And while the cartooning work certainly misses those giants of the 1960’s-2010’s, the general artwork quality at the New Yorker remains quite high. We’re seeing great cover art and other great graphics inside the magazine.
Thanks for the gentle self-effacing laughs, Koren.
Were Koren's creatures animals or just very shaggy people?
Yes, the New Yorker cartoons used to be fresher than much of the writing, and from my infrequent glances that's more true than ever.
Koren's were some of the best. RIP.
"in The New Yorker and elsewhere, his hairy, toothy, long-nosed characters offered witty commentary on the foibles of the American middle class."
Of course they did.
"I once sat across the table from Edward Koren at a swanky Manhattan dinner party and he got a big laugh by opening up his packet of Saltines and crumbling them into his soup."
There is a (very) dive bar we go to sometimes that has 'cheese and crackers' on the chalkboard menu.
One day we look down the bar and a guy is drinking his beer. On the bar in fron of him is a block of cheese, a knife, and a sleeve of Saltines.
Not sure what else I expected but it was cheese and cracker.
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