{"id":124,"date":"2009-09-01T15:30:44","date_gmt":"2009-09-01T19:30:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/henrypayne.dev.biznetis.net\/?page_id=124"},"modified":"2017-11-02T06:46:55","modified_gmt":"2017-11-02T10:46:55","slug":"the-book-introduction","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/henrypayne.com\/index.php\/the-book\/the-book-introduction","title":{"rendered":"The Book &#8211; Introduction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span>Introduction<br \/>\n<\/span><span>By Tom Bray <\/span><\/p>\n<p>I first became aware of Henry Payne in the mid-1980s. He                       was a student at Princeton University, from which I had graduated                       some centuries before. From time to time, Henry would draw                       cartoons for the alumni magazine. They were not only funny                       and confidently rendered, they reflected something quite rare                       on the American campus of the late 20th century: a conservative                       outlook.<\/p>\n<p>To cut against the intellectual grain in such visible fashion                       must take some gumption, I thought to myself. From that moment                       I started tossing Payne cartoons into what I called my &#8220;future                       file.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>After Henry graduated and went to work for Scripps Howard                       as a full-time cartoonist, my interest increased sharply.                       Over the years more and more of his cartoons, often reprinted                       in such places as the National Review, Reason magazine and                       various newspapers found their way into that file.<\/p>\n<p>So when an opening occurred for the chief editorial cartoonist&#8217;s                       job at the News in 1999, I was thrilled when Henry expressed                       his interest &#8211; and even more thrilled when, after an intense                       national search, we decided to offer him the post.<\/p>\n<p>Henry hit the ground running. Or, more accurately, he hit                       the ground racing. He had warned me in advance that one reason                       he was attracted to Detroit was its reputation as the car                       capital of the world. Henry is a car guy, as his frequent                       cartoons and illustrations for special sections on the Detroit                       Auto Show demonstrate. Henry also likes the very idea of cars:                       the mobility, freedom and opportunity they provide to the                       ordinary citizen.<\/p>\n<p>Most of all, Henry likes fast cars. No sooner had he arrived                       on the job, in fact, than he asked if he could take off slightly                       early one Friday so that he could get to Watkins Glen in New                       York in time for a race. No problem, I said, as long as his                       work was done &#8211; but why travel such a long distance just to                       watch a race? &#8220;Oh,&#8221; said Henry, &#8220;I won&#8217;t be                       watching it. I&#8217;ll be in it.&#8221; And that was when I found                       out about Henry&#8217;s other life, as a driver of vintage sports                       cars at speeds of up to 160 mph on asome of the most storied                       tracks in America.<\/p>\n<p>Not exactly a standard pastime for an editorial cartoonist.                       But then there isn&#8217;t much that is standard about Henry Payne.                       Not content just to lampoon the pomposities of the day in                       graphic form, Henry also loves to write. Like his cartoons,                       Henry&#8217;s writing is clear and to the point. During the presidential                       campaign, he noted the press bias against Republican candidate                       George W. Bush, particularly on religious issues. When Bush                       spoke on the campus of Bob Jones University, Henry noted,                       the Washington press corps described compassionate conservative                       Bush as the far right&#8217;s &#8220;water boy.&#8221; But, he pointed                       out, &#8220;no such controversy has dogged Lieberman, who regularly                       worships in Orthodox synagogues that forbid interfaith marriage.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Henry also has a reporter&#8217;s eye for the sacred cow. In a                       piece for The Wall Street Journal with Diane Katz, he noted                       that much of the Detroit Auto Show was given over to &#8220;eco-friendly&#8221;                       vehicles that real-world consumers were unlikely to buy. Their                       conclusion: auto companies are engaged in a probably fruitless                       attempt to appease &#8220;government bureaucrats for whom fundamentals                       like functionality, affordability and profits matter not.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>But it is, of course, the art of the cartoon that mainly                       draws our eye to Henry Payne. Editorial cartooning came to                       flower in the mid-19th century, when Thomas Nast rose to fame                       as the scourge of New York City&#8217;s corrupt political bosses.                       &#8220;Stop them damn pictures,&#8221; roared Tammany Hall&#8217;s                       notorious Boss Tweed. The common voter might not be able to                       read a newspaper, Tweed knew, but he could understand a picture.<\/p>\n<p>Likewise, as editorial page editor of The News, I came to                       accept the fact that on any given day, it would be the editorial                       cartoon, not a finely-reasoned tract about missile defenses,                       that was most likely to get the reader&#8217;s attention. This volume                       contains a sampling of Henry Payne&#8217;s cartoons during the 2000                       presidential campaign, its occasionally hilarious aftermath,                       and the grim events of September 11. It also contains a larger                       number of Henry&#8217;s cartoons and illustrations about local issues,                       including Detroit&#8217;s vibrant sports and auto culture.<\/p>\n<p>Like any good craftsman, Henry makes it look easy. One of                       the delights of my job as editorial page editor was he would                       wander into my office around noon with rough drafts of subjects                       that he was contemplating for the next day&#8217;s paper. They were                       invariably sharp, funny and cleverly drawn. After the laughing                       died down, we would discuss which would make the most timely                       offering, and a few hours later Henry would be back with a                       final rendering.<\/p>\n<p>But cartooning is a lot tougher than it looks. To be effective,                       a cartoonist has to know a lot about the issues. He has to                       be able to distill his thoughts about complex matters into                       a single clear image. And, most difficult of all, he has to                       do it with a sense of humor.<\/p>\n<p>Humor is the most effective &#8211; and most subversive &#8211; of intellectual                       weapons. Even those who may disagree with the essential point                       of a cartoon can appreciate the artist&#8217;s sense of wit. Who                       in our litigious society could fail to get a chuckle out of                       Henry&#8217;s portrayal of a group of industrialists, including                       Bill Gates, waiting for their day in court &#8211; and joined by                       an angry-looking Uncle Sam clutching an Election 2000 brief?                       What auto buff could not appreciate Henry&#8217;s ironic portrayal                       of a retro-styled, alternative-fueled, horse-drawn coach?<\/p>\n<p>This volume, I am convinced, marks the opening of the Payne                       era in Detroit. He came to Detroit because of its reputation                       as a town where people love their sports, treasure their cars,                       relish a good political brawl &#8211; and appreciate a good laugh.                       As this volume suggests, Detroit and Henry Payne are made                       for each other. Long life to each.<\/p>\n<p>(Tom Bray is a columnist for The Wall Street Journal and                       The Detroit News. 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