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“That Tail is So Damn Fluffy!”
“Generally speaking, women seem to respond favorably to my drawings of their gender, as long as they believe it is a drawing of someone else and not of them. The one time I…
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If You Weren’t A Donut, You Could Be A Model
“This fall and winter, Mark Addison Kershaw’s identity, Lo, his very being, fell into the hands of thieves, varmints, and villains. His intellectual property writ large (and captioned) across the vasty spaces of…
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At One Remove: Winter Wheat, Etc.
“As I was saying, Kershaw experiences things at one, or more removes (from the rest of us), and thus, in fact, though he seems just to be standing there looking whimsical or even…
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The Unbearable Sweetness of Being
“Have I described to you, Dear Reader, the perfect, summer sweetness (that of a warm berry, fresh-picked from the bush, in July) of many of Addison’s cartoons? I believe it is the single…
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Song of Myself
“Greater Addisonia is a large and populous place. To riff on Walt Whitman, ‘It is large, it contains multitudes.’ Some of those multitudes will be familiar to regular visitors of Addisonia: the mustachioed…
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Touch That & You’re a Dead Man
“Generally speaking, I reach out to Addison (the artist formerly known as many other things) by email, asking him if he feels inclined to send Tim (Weekly Hubris’s Assistant Editor) some ’toons. Then,…
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The Bells of St. Fred’s
“In my library, I have a shelf devoted to cartoonists: it’s just the one shelf (the poets take up many more), because the cartoonists who’ve touched me are few in number. They are rare…
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From the Oracle of Tucker
“Technically, Kershaw lives in Tucker, but there are many place-names in Georgia (Iron Stab, Shake Rag, Snapfinger, and Hog Mountain occur to me right offhand) that I would not want to claim as…
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Athwart July (and August)
“Mark Addison Kershaw, like the greatest of cartoonists (and there should be a better collective noun than cartoonists, which does not nearly suffice) stands at a certain remove from the quotidian. Vis-à-vis the…
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South Paw in Spring
“As a former journalist (or, rather, recovering journalist), I still retain some sleuthing chops, but I must admit that I have not been able to discover any salient details about Weekly Hubris’s resident…