Everyone’s A Critic: The Ultimate Cartoon Book

Everyone’s A Critic: The Ultimate Cartoon Book

Bob Eckstein, ed.

Princeton Architectural Press


144 pages

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Everyone's a Critic: The Ultimate Cartoon Book is dedicated to disproving its title. The New Yorker cartoonists represented in this collection are mostly uninterested in criticizing life, art, or criticism. The anti-critical project of the book is the beating of sharpened scalpels into feather dusters and satire into vacuous "wit". Why criticize when you can lean back and laugh with a gentle, anesthetized, uncritical blandness?

Illustrator and writer Bob Eckstein sets the tone of comfortable indifference right from the beginning, with a lazy "what is the world coming to, oh dear, chuckle chuckle" intro designed to elicit knowing nods from people who find David Brooks' prose just a little too vigorous and challenging. "What's more fun than being judgmental?" he says, and then wryly bemoans dating apps, selfies, and Rotten Tomatoes. Consumer advisories are apparently the whole of criticism, and they were invented twenty years ago. "Can you imagine if our ancestors used TripAdvisor instead of just hopping on a ship over here?" he breezes. "Winters cold, with 90% chance of genocide. Since the indigenous people have been exterminated or removed, there's lots of room to spread out and torture the families you've enslaved."

Haha. No, Eckstein didn't write that last sentence. The people whose ancestors he sees sailing over here sans Trip Advisor of course include neither native people nor black people. His imagined audience is, like virtually everyone represented in the drawings in this book, white, affluent, and smug about it. We're all nice, sensitive, funny, sophisticated people, with a shared appreciation of feeble irony, wistful one-liners, and in-law jokes. What's to criticize?

Nothing, as far as most of the creators here are concerned. Rather than loving or hating or thinking about anything in particular, the cartoons here mostly use what might be called the setting of criticism to stage mildly amusing gags in the toothless New Yorker tradition. Michael Maslin shows a couple dressed in early 20th century finery emerging from a building. "The service is terribly slow," they tell a another couple arriving in modern dress, "but the food is excellent." Sometimes it can take a long time to get served at expensive restaurants. You know this because you sometimes go to fancy restaurants. In fact all of us reading this go to fancy restaurants, because we all have lots of money. That's the joke.

Not all the entries in the book are that irritating. Bruce Eric Kaplan's resolutely thick-limbed blocky figures with pupil-ess eyes are charmingly ugly, even if they never say anything especially interesting.  Mick Stevens' illustration of Noah by his ark staring up to heaven as God tells him to lose his sailor cap made me chuckle. Though it's unfortunate that Roz Chast uses the same joke earlier in the volume, when a voice from inside a coffin tells a horrified mourner to "Lose…the…hat."




The repetition is telling. More than thirty-six cartoonists contributed to Everyone's a Critic, but their styles and range of references are so limited that the book has the feeling of a Garfield volume. Instead of coffee and lasagna jokes, we get gags about online ratings and snide cocktail party chatter.  "Did you read my review on Amazon? Four out of five people find it helpful," says a guy holding a beer in a William Haefeli cartoon. "I love what you've done with him," says a woman holding a glass of wine in a Alex Gregory entry.  Gregory's simple, fluid line is a lot more pleasing on the eye than Haefeli's blocky angular clutter, but beyond that, you could switch the captions and it wouldn't make any difference. As a forlorn man thinks in a pointed Paul Noth cartoon, "This is boring."


Noth's character sits under a banner that reads "A Critique of Pure Reason". It's not clear whether he's commenting on the Kant volume, or on reason itself. But what makes the cartoon stand out from its peers is that it can be read as a direct, pointed critique—of Noth's cartoon itself, of the entire volume, of Eckstein, of the New Yorker. You laugh—or at least I laughed—because, as with the best criticism, or the best art, there's a shock of recognition. Yes, this is boring. I thought we'd agreed not to say that. But it's a relief that you did.

Criticism is roundly and generally despised; the rage at Martin Scorsese for saying Marvel films are formulaic genre crap is matched only by the rage of Martin Scorsese fans when you point out that his pompous overhyped oeuvre isn't much better. Critics are often portrayed as jealous parasites, who suck blood because they can't spin beauty.

But Everyone's a Critic nicely illustrates how much art needs criticism. Without judgment or critical engagement, there's no love, no hate, no passion, and little purpose. At a time of great public turmoil, suffering, conflict, and fear, these cartoonists associated with one of the major political magazines in the United States stolidly refuse to be critics, and end up with a book of blear paens to their own aesthetic enervation. Though the volume isn't an official New Yorker publication, it is a good, short validation of Matthias Wivel's observation that, "From the very beginning in 1925, the New Yorker cartoons as a rule have been unambitious, unimpressive, and unfunny… As a platform for cartooning, the magazine has (with a few exceptions…) been a deadening force at the heart of the art form, smothering the field in bourgeois mediocrity." There are no critics in Everyone's A Critic. Which is why, presumably, no one spoke up, and the book got published.