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Alden Erickson at one point in his career drew his cartoons in a tree house perched
high among California's redwoods.
Currently he draws them in his kitchen, in the public library and in his car.
The car seems to be his favorite. "I just drive out someplace really isolated,"
he says, "and go to work. I do some of my best stuff that way."
He does have a studio in his home, equipped with every convenience and creature
comfort—drawing board, fancy lamps, platoons of pens and pencils, comfortable
chairs, liquid refreshment, the works—but he's seldom there. He's usually
parked somewhere, far from the madding crowd, sketch pad propped against steering
wheel, engrossed in creating one of the many hilarious, emphatically Eriksonian
cartoons that have enlivened PLAYBOY'S pages since 1957.
Erikson was born in Massachusetts, lived for a while in New York City, "but
I couldn't stand those winters," so for the past decade or so has been residing
in California, most recently in Mill Valley.
When he's not parked under a shade tree, car-tooning, he's restoring antique clocks.
"Not the mechanism—the faces, the numbers, the old-fashioned ornamentation
and scrollwork. I got started on this kick when I inherited a family heirloom,
an old clock built by my great-great-grandfather. The beautiful decoration on
the face was almost completely worn away; so I tried my hand at restoring it,
while a mechanical-minded friend fixed the insides. We've been doing it with other
antique clocks ever since, mainly as a hobby."
The only other creative person among his ancestors was a grandmother who painted,
played pretty good accordion and sculpted in metal, years before it was an "in"
art medium. Alden, however, is the first professional artist on his family tree.
"I was always fascinated by cartoons," he says. "When I was a kid,
I loved the comic strip Smoker Stover. I used to go around muttering all those
nutty little catch phrases that were sprinkled in the background of the strip—remember
FOO and NOTARY SOJAC and 1506 NIX NIX?
"When I was a little older, the first girls I began to notice were those
great beauties in Flash Gordon and Jungle Jim and Terry
and the Pirates. And I got hooked on the superhero comic books, too—Captain
America, The Spirit, Submariner, The Human Torch
and all those."
By the time he was 17, young Alden's interest in The Human Torch began
to fade in favor of the cartoons of a man named Peter Arno. "His characters
were very funny and, what's more, very sophisticated and Park Avenue. Eventually
I made my way to New York and discovered Park Avenue for myself. Sure enough,
there were the Arno dowagers, doormen, chorus girls and sugar daddies, just like
the ones in his cartoons, but I never got to know them personally, because I couldn't
afford the neighborhood. Instead, I found a furnished room on Amsterdam Avenue.
The people in that neighborhood were definitely not Arno characters.
They were more like the scruffy, scroungy, out-at-elbow people Jack Davis was
drawing for Mad."
Clearing a path through his Mad-type neighbors, Erikson began attending
classes a few blocks away at the Art Students League. "The league was a neat
place, because if you didn't like your teacher, you could change classes at the
end of the month. One month I'd study primitive sculpture, and then I'd switch
to maybe New England–type watercolors or possibly abstract painting, which
was very big then. Took a stab at life drawing, hand-lettering, portrait painting,
illustration and even fashion drawing, where I met a lot of pretty girls."
But the time came when he had to go to work, and he found himself doing technical
drawing: "pictures of gears, capacitors, vacuum tubes, spark plugs and electrical
circuits, in a place on Forty-fifth Street. When things got slow, I'd while away
the time drawing funny pictures. One day someone suggested I show some of the
funny pictures to the cartoon editor of the Saturday Evening Post, just
around the corner on Fifth Avenue. I did, the editor bought one, and suddenly
there I was—a professional cartoonist."
Sales to Harper's, Saturday Review and other publications followed,
"and then one day I discovered PLAYBOY-or PLAYBOY discovered me."
The freedom of the cartoonist's life is not unappreciated by Erikson—the
flexible hours, the good money, the privilege of making a living doing something
he loves—and yet these advantages do not blind him to the hard realities
of cartooning in the Seventies. "When I was a kid, there were dozens of magazines
wide open for cartoons. But now, with so many magazines folding, like Look,
and others dropping cartoons altogether, like Esquire, there just aren't
that many first-rate markets. That's why PLAYBOY is so important, not only to
cartoonists but to all those millions of people who love to laugh at cartoons.
It's one of the few remaining major showcases for the country's top talent."
Erikson's characters bear little resemblance to his old Mad-type neighbors
on Amsterdam Avenue. They're more like the people he admired as a youth in the
work of Peter Arno and his other idol, Gardner Rea. The men are usually urban
and smartly dressed; the women are equally urban but often undressed. These dauntless
darlings wear uniformly optimistic, self-contained expressions on their pert faces
(and perter bosoms), whether they are jumping nude through a hypnotist's hoop,
standing nude on a commuter-train platform or sitting nude at a card table playing
strip poker. Nothing seems to faze the Erikson girl very much-although she may
show some slight measure of surprise when the mailman, forgetting his appointed
rounds, seizes her in a passionate embrace, and she may be just a jot nonplussed
when her boyfriend has his name tattooed on her derriere in lieu of an engagement
ring. Sex kinks are powerless to dismay her; a lurid scene of seaside sadomasochism
rates only a raised eyebrow as "one of the most exclusive beach clubs in
the Caribbean," and a shapely shopper can brightly request of a salesclerk
in a shoe store, "Something weird in a high-heeled pump. I'm going out with
a foot fetishist."
We can't pinpoint with any degree of precision which of the cartoons in this book
were created in the tree house, the kitchen, the public library or the car. Where
they were really created was in the head of Alden Erikson—a very wild place,
indeed.
—the editors of PLAYBOY
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