A cult suicide is on the news and the cliched light bulb starts to sputter on. The cult members believed they would be transported to a spaceship traveling behind the Hale-Bopp comet.
Lemmings commit mass suicide by jumping off cliffs.
Bob Mankoff starts to draw. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. It's 2 a.m. the night before deadline, and I'll go for a jog, watch television, change my shirt. Mankoff's perspective on his craft took on a new power and influence this month as he began as cartoon editor for the New Yorker, one of the last bastions of American humorous art beyond the funny pages. Mankoff replaces Lee Lorenz, who has overseen the magazine's illustrated humor since 1973.