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Book report—The New Yorker Cartoons of the Year 2014
Written by Max Olijnyk — 19th March 2015

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I don’t live in New York and I doubt I ever will, but that doesn’t stop me from having a good laff at the cartoons in The New Yorker. Oh man, those clever-clogs sure know how to tell a dry one.

You can open this ‘best of’ compendium(1) to pretty much any page and find something good. Let’s give it a try—I’ll be your eyes. Okay, so two women are walking in a boring-looking office. Some guy is working in a cubicle in the background, like a loser. The caption reads: ‘I’m kind of the Edward Snowden of who around here is sleeping together.’ Hahaaa!

All right, so office humour isn’t your bag. Try this one on for size: A man is sitting next to his young son’s bed, holding an Apple computer on his lap. The boy is tucked in with his little toy rabbit. The caption reads: ‘And then Winnie the Pooh decided that it was time to check Daddy’s e-mail again.’ Ain’t that the truth.

Okay, so you don’t have a kid and you can check your emails whenever you want without anyone crying. How about this: Godzilla and King Kong perch atop nearby skyscrapers, chatting. The caption reads: ‘I’m telling you, Manhattan is over.’

That’s the thing, isn’t it? New Yorkers, and by extension, The New Yorker, expect us to understand their jokes, because they live in the place we all love. The reality of living in New York is probably nowhere near as good as I imagine, but the idea of it is quite intoxicating. Just knowing that I’m laughing at the same jokes as all those clever-clogs getting around in New York keeps me going. I’m sort of like them.

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(1) The New Yorker Cartoons of the Year 2014 is available from The Good Copy shop. We sell all kinds of stuff here.