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alibi_shopVery sad news that Leslie Sternbergh Alexander, a great cartoonist, died the other day. She wasn't yet 60. Her work and her career were complicated and hard to describe, everything from scabrous underground raunch-fests to sensitive true-life character dialogues to (I only just now found this out) Mad Magazine humor illustrations. Originally from somewhere around my hometown (I think, based on her Three Mile Island story), she became a fixture in Lower East Side NYC, one of those people who seem to have been there literally forever.
Even though she was probably the first cartoonist I ever met (I had seen her author portraits in a Skipp & Spector horror novel), and she and Adam Alexander were friendly and interesting, and my best friend at the time had met them (he had moved to New York before me and told me about these hippie artists who had offered him LSD), and they lived like three blocks away and clearly had all the knowledge of the city that I lacked... I was too shy and never got to know her. And that pretty much describes most of my 13-year experience in New York. Don't stay away from people, you never know how long they'll be around.
Even though she was probably the first cartoonist I ever met (I had seen her author portraits in a Skipp & Spector horror novel), and she and Adam Alexander were friendly and interesting, and my best friend at the time had met them (he had moved to New York before me and told me about these hippie artists who had offered him LSD), and they lived like three blocks away and clearly had all the knowledge of the city that I lacked... I was too shy and never got to know her. And that pretty much describes most of my 13-year experience in New York. Don't stay away from people, you never know how long they'll be around.
