Gahan Wilson is among the most popular, widely-read, and beloved cartoonists in the history of the medium, whose career spans the 2nd half of the 20th century, and all of the 21st. His work has been seen by millions — no, hundreds of millions — in the pages of Playboy, The New Yorker, Punch, The National Lampoon, and many other magazines; there is no telling, really, how many readers he has corrupted or comforted. He is revered for his playfully sinister take on childhood, adulthood, men, women, and monsters. His brand of humor makes you laugh until you cry. And indeed he had; Wilson appeared in every issue of Playboy from the December issue to today. It has been one of the most fruitful, successful, and long-lived relationships between a contributor and a magazine, ever.
Every Tuesday, about an hour before lunchtime, some of the greatest cartoonists alive pitch their their latest batch of drawings in person to Mankoff in the first step of the brutally competitive process of selling cartoons to The New Yorker. He passed in Scottsdale Arizona at age 89, according to his son. The really great ones develop a private language, a set of characters, a set of expectations, a world. Gahan Wilson developed a world. He began drawing at an early age as a mean to survive a sometimes troubled homelife.
This was met with mixed reactions at best. But we now get word that they will be eliminating something else the magazine is well known for… the cartoons. And I don't mean just nudity in the cartoons, I the cartoons all together are gone.