So the story of Denys Wortman is tremendously appealing: he drew a single-panel slice-of-life feature, Metropolitan Movies, for the New York World from 1924 to 1954, among a lot of other illustration work, but was almost entirely forgotten after his death in 1958. (The bulk of his work -- over five thousand illustrations -- mouldered in his son's shed for thirty-five years before he was rediscovered by James Sturm of the Center for Cartoon Studies.) Wortman's work isn't much like the conventional pillars of the comics pantheon, either of his day or ours: it's reflective rather than demanding, the product of a seeing eye rather than a defining sensibility, and he avoided larger narratives and stories throughout his career. And that makes it tremendously valuable now: Wortman's Metropolitan Movies are amazing records of how people -- mostly working-class New Yorkers of the Lower East Side -- lived over the course of an entire generation.
Denys Wortman's New York
Wortman's art is soft, with a look of pencils and charcoal rather than ink, and looks almost finished rather than completed, as if Wortman just stepped away from his drawing board for a second, or that this world is an instant away from coalescing into reality. His faces are expressive and individual, but his line isn't as loose as it may look -- there's a mass of carefully observed and precisely rendered detail in each of these drawings, making them several hundred windows into a world now gone. He was a master of one of the trickiest things in drawing: the careful composition that looks artless, the panel that's so much like life that the artifice is completely forgotten.
So Wortman's regular New Yorkers work and shop and play, go to school and the park and Coney Island, fight with their spouses, play cards, go to shows and the dentist and the beach, laugh and complain and make jokes about their lives, and congregate on front stoops and back fire escapes to talk and pass the time. All the way, each drawing has a caption -- usually a line of dialogue, and usually pretty long for a caption, but never too long. And those captions -- many or most of them, an afterword explains, by Wortman's wife Hilda, who also took thousands of photos for reference over the years -- capture brilliantly the voices of thousands of regular city dwellers, in all of their moods and styles.
Denys Wortman's New York is a wonder of a book, brilliantly bringing back to life a time and place that hardly anyone left alive can remember, and giving it a depth and energy rare in any cartoonist. Wortman is the rediscovery of the year, and his New York is a place to dive into again and again, a fully real world populated with a vast array of real people. Like Wortman, this book comes out of nowhere to charm and amaze what I hope will be a large audience -- of fans of great cartooning and armchair social historians alike.
Book-A-Day 2010: The Epic Index
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