Inside Larson’s Head
2 January 2019 – Adelaide
And here we are, my first review of 2019, though I’m not entirely sure why it is that would make this review any different to the thousand odd other reviews that I have written over the years I have been lurking here on Goodreads. I guess it has something to do with that rather strange tradition that we humans like to do where we all gather around with our friends, drink copious amounts of alcohol, and fire rockets into the air simply because we have orbited the sun once again. Hey, it isn’t as if we are the only lot who do this, but at least the Chinese have a huge feast and spend time with family, but then again I suspect that that is what Christmas is for (not that many of us actually realise why we celebrate Christmas, unless it involves keeping the wheels of the economy turning).
Anyway, enough of that and onto this book. Well, unlike the other galleries that I have read (and I have managed to get my hands on number three now, so that I can actually add that one to the collection of books that I have read, even though I have probably read it already, a number of times, years ago) this one is slightly different. Basically, it is Gary Larson telling his story, which is actually somewhat interesting. Okay, admittedly he does consider himself a sick and twisted individual, and does somewhat blame his older brother for that, though it is probably a good thing that he decided to channel his energies into writing cartoons. On the other hand, I do suspect that he is exaggerating things a little and I suspect that he probably had a half decent childhood.
Well, we basically start of with a collection of drawings which he drew as a child, and I sort of now wander whether he was exaggerating, or whether it was just a product of an over active imagination. Like, honestly, drawing a picture of his house, with bars on the upstairs window, and then placing him behind then, and then a second picture where he draws it from his point of view, so that he is actually looking through the bars, is sort of a little concerning.
Of course, he then tells his story of how he became a professional cartoonist, namely due to a stroke of luck at the San Francisco Chronicle. Sure, he was already a published cartoonist, but considering the content of his cartoons, he wasn’t going to be for long. In fact, it appeared that he was looking at a career working for the National Parks and Wildlife service, and considering the number of cartoons dealing with animals (especially cows) you can sort tell that he does have an interest in biology.
One thing that jumped out at me is how sensitive some people are, and in fact how there are people who are so conservative that any suggestion of sex will literally set them off. Ironically, the conservatives these days are complaining about the leftist snowflakes, yet if you read some of the letters that Larson has published in this book (namely because he has a chapter that contains a number of cartoons that generated complaints), you start to wonder who the actual snowflakes really are. The same goes with sex – sometimes I get the impression that the puritanical lot are so sex obsessed that they will complain that a lamp post should be pulled down because of the sexual innuendo it represents. The irony is that it is these people who complain that our society is sex obsessed, yet seem to be the ones who are doing all of the complaining – it makes me wonder who is actually the one obsessed with sex.
Another question Larson posed in this section (before he moves onto the section containing cartoons that weren’t printed, or at least heavy revised, and his favourite cartoons) involves letters he would recieve from Amnesty Internations about cartoons that made light of torture, or letters from various animal societies due to his portrayal of animals. He asks whether cartoons like Wizard of Id or Garfield would also receive such letters. Honestly, my suspicion is that they do, and I suspect that they probably receive a lot more. As for the complainers, I suspect that with a lot of those people they probably write an angry letter and leave it at that because, honestly, in the end we are basically too slack to do all that much (and I bet very few of them actually cancel their subscription, despite threats to do so).