In celebration of the New Yorker's 98th Anniversary, Writers, Fact-Checkers, Art Directors, Editors -oh! and Cartoonists, crammed into the World Trade Center together for the first time in 3 years.
Editor’s Note:
I’m publishing this journal entry on the eve of the New Yorker’s 99th Birthday. I didn’t publish it at the time because I hadn’t quite collected my thoughts or feelings about the event. The notes I made on the night are the hasty scribblings and sketches of a madman, but I finally managed to make some sense of them.
I’m sad to say that a large number of the people I was in the room with that night have since been fired by Conde Nast, or have left of their own accord for one reason or another. Many of the magazine’s best and most influential cartoonists died in the ensuing year, including Ed Koren (April), and Sam Gross (May) shortly after we lost Lee Lorenz, Sempe, and George Booth; all giants in their field. I think Emma Allen has had to write more cartoonist obituaries than any Cartoon Editor in the magazine’s history.
The New Yorker itself has gone through a lot of changes since that night, so I’m glad we had the opportunity to get together when we did.
The following is a grammatical mess. Apologies. I don’t have an editor. Regardless, I hope you enjoy the read.