If memory serves me correct, this is the fifth time I’ve submitted cartoons to The New Yorker Magazine.
The first two times, I submitted photocopies by mail in a self-addressed stamped envelope, and received my rejection notices on little yellow post it notes attached to the returned cartoons. I don’t recall the exact wording, but it went something like: Thanks, but no thanks.
The third time, I submitted in person while visiting New York. I signed in at the front desk, got a badge, and waited for my turn with a bunch of other cartoonists, mostly men who seemed to be having a wonderful time catching up with their buddies. We were called in, one at a time, to show Bob Mankoff what we brought. He said my cartoons were good, but ill suited for the New Yorker. I was disappointed, but it was a fun experience. After everyone was done, a bunch of us went for lunch. If I was more forward, I would’ve asked everyone’s name. I’m sure I was surrounded by cartoonist rock stars. This was before I had a smart phone, so I couldn’t discretely Google image search everyone.
I tried a few years later, again by mail. I think this time they used a full piece of paper for the rejection.
This last time, they asked that we upload our submissions, and this is the email I got back.
Maybe if I submitted more than 5 times in the past 18 years, I’d have more success.
Or maybe the sixth time is the charm.
I don’t know.
I guess we’ll see in a few years when the itch to submit calls to be scratched.