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Essential Peanuts Introduction by Patrick McDonnell

Exclusive to The Daily Cartoonist is Patrick McDonnell‘s Introduction to The Essential Peanuts.

“A Bringing of Happiness” – Introduction by Patrick McDonnell

People like to celebrate time and numbers—the 75th anniversary of the world’s greatest comic strip, fifty years of one man’s genius, and his nearly 18,000 combined dailies and Sundays. That’s a lot of hours, paper, and ink. But most important, it’s a lot of love. That’s what we’re really celebrating.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been in love with Charles M. “Sparky” Schulz and his comic strip masterpiece. He shaped my life and career in countless ways. Like so many kids in the sixties, I was captivated by his intimate characters and their precious world. Every night, I read my beloved well worn Peanuts paperbacks from Rinehart & Company before going to sleep. I dreamed of one day becoming a cartoonist and having a dog like Snoopy. Dreams can come true, and the best part of mine was meeting and becoming friends with my boyhood hero.

Sparky was everything you’d want the guy who drew Peanuts to be: kind like Linus, funny like Snoopy, determined like Lucy, dedicated to his art like Schroeder, and always there for you like good ol’ Charlie Brown.

At his core, Sparky was a cartoonist, part of a unique profession with a proud, rich history—a profession he cherished his entire life. He enjoyed the camaraderie of his fellow pen-pushers, discussing his favorites like George Herriman’s Krazy Kat, E. C. Segar’s Popeye, Percy Crosby’s Skippy, and Roy Crane’s Wash Tubbs and Captain Easy. Sparky delighted in talking shop, the beauty of a pen line, and the rigors of the daily deadline. And like all syndicated cartoonists, Sparky spent most of his time at his drawing board, doing what made him happiest.

As the years went by, I could almost say that drawing a comic strip for me became like a religion. Because it helps me survive from day to day. I always have this to fall back on. When everything seems hopeless and all of that, I know I can come to the studio and think, ‘Here’s where I’m at home. This is where I belong—in this room drawing pictures.’

Sparky graciously shared his wonderful gift with the world, and we embraced it wholeheartedly. Peanuts became ours—part of our fabric, our language, our history. Twenty-five years ago, Sparky asked me to choose the strips for the Peanuts: A Golden Celebration book. A moment in my life that today seems even more surreal. The Greatest of All Time trusted me to select my favorites from almost fifty years of his work. This was before the digital age, so his syndicate, United Feature, mailed me giant boxes filled with printouts—nearly 2,600 weeks of Peanuts strips. Diving in, I was mentally, emotionally, and physically immersed in the work. It was heaven.

I think cartooning has a certain quality and a certain charm unlike any other medium . . . a bringing of joy,
a bringing of happiness.

Sparky once told me that a cartoonist is like a baseball hitter. If your batting average is .300, you are an “All-Star.” Sparky’s batting average was phenomenal, which made it very difficult to decide which strips would make the cut. He only edited out a handful of my picks, including those from the week where Charlie Brown tries to be a cartoonist. I didn’t ask why. He also said if it was up to him, none of his early work from the 1950s would be included, since he felt he hadn’t reached his stride yet. A perfectionist, Sparky was his own toughest critic.

Comic strips aren’t art; they never will be. They are too transient. Art is something which is so good it speaks to succeeding generations, not only as it speaks to the first generation but better.

I beg to differ, but Peanuts is art. Seventy-five years after its debut, the strip still resonates. Even in a digital world, with newspapers fading, Peanuts lives on. It speaks to our humanity in a timeless, honest, funny, and accessible way. No matter how much tech overtakes us, Sparky’s oeuvre still touches who we really are.

For a shy, quiet kid from Minnesota, Sparky was quite a revolutionary. When Peanuts first appeared, it was unlike anything else on the funny pages. Peanuts gave the medium a different timing, a new rhythm. His minimalist art and conversational dialogue changed the way comic strips were drawn and written. They became more personal and exploratory of our inner world.

I think I’m speaking to people about things that really affect them. I think I’m doing what poetry does in a
grander manner, but I’m doing it for the layman. I’m identifying things that the average person only feels
vaguely. I’m defining emotions.

Like poetry, creating a small four-panel daily comic strip is about paring it all down to the heartfelt essential. There’s a Zen quality to it, finding just the right words to express your thoughts, and drawing just a few perfect blades of grass to establish place. It’s theater of the mind.

How can a playwright go wrong when the audience is doing part of his work for him?

On January 28, 1999, Schulz included Earl, the dog from Patrick McDonnell’s comic strip Mutts, in Peanuts. In honor of Schulz’s 100th birthday on November 26, 2022, Patrick returned the gesture by including Snoopy in Mutts.

As both playwright and director, the cartoonist aims to get the most out of their actors. Expressions and actions help deliver the dialogue. A great comic strip is the perfect marriage of words and pictures. No cartoonist was better at this than Charles M. Schulz. Take any strip from this collection and spend the time to read his words and study the “acting” of the characters. His cast performs his stories sublimely. The pacing and timing are immaculate. Their body language is exquisite—expressive hands, the slight tilt of a head, the wide open mouths. When walking, feet barely touch the ground, as if walking on air. And the cast’s expressions—no artist captured pure joy or devastating sadness better, as seen in Charlie Brown’s squiggly smile or the frown that covers his entire face and the brackets around his heartbreaking eyes.

Sparky’s exaggerated comic inventiveness brought us moments like Linus literally floating with love for Miss Othmar; Snoopy’s happy dance; and Charlie Brown on the mound, losing his shoes, socks, shirt, and hat after a line drive, or falling with a big WUMP! after Lucy pulls the football away.

Cartooning is, after all, drawing funny pictures. Something a cartoonist should never forget.

Sparky conveyed not only the big emotions but the subtle ones, too—Snoopy’s sly wink, Lucy’s boredom, Sally’s side-eye, Linus’s contentment, or Charlie Brown’s little tongue popping out as he struggles to write with a fountain pen. You know what they’re thinking behind those black dots for eyes. Sparky felt that pain and joy deep inside him, and somehow transferred that symbiotic energy so it flowed out of his pen and manifested in India ink. A few perfectly placed abstract dots and squiggles conveyed honest emotions, making the characters and their stories come alive on the page. So much so that they became our friends and family. This is what happens when you put your heart and soul into your art. That’s the magic of Charles M. Schulz.

Sparky called this drawing style “warmth.”

Now I think warmth is very, very important. Cartoon characters should have warmth.

With his being from Minnesota, I’m guessing warmth might have been another word for love. And that’s what we’re celebrating here with this wonderful collection of Sparky’s funny pictures.
Happy 75th anniversary!

In 1964, MAD magazine invited a group of famous cartoonists to create the comic strip they’d really like to do. Schulz revealed that he secretly longed to draw a simple strip, and offered a minimalist four-panel koan featuring just a single flower and a falling leaf. That strip had a profound impact on how cartoonist Patrick McDonnell approaches the art form.

Patrick McDonnell is the bestselling author, illustrator, playwright, painter, and creator of the comic strip Mutts, which appears in more than 700 news papers around the world. He has received numerous awards, including a Caldecott Honor and the Reuben Award, the highest recognition given by the National Cartoonists Society. He is the author of The Art of Nothing (Abrams ComicArts, 2019), The Super Hero’s Journey (Marvel Arts, 2023), and Breaking the Chain (Abrams ComicArts, 2024). He lives in New Jersey.

Introduction (and Earl) © Patrick McDonnell; Peanuts characters © Peanuts Worldwide

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  1. I would like to tell you something. Starting from the mid-1950s, and up until today, I have never cared much for Peanuts. I don’t hate it, or put it down. And obviously, I know that gazillions of people prefer it to the Bible, or to Shakespeare. But it just does nothing for me. Or to me. Or anything.

    Is it that I just “don’t get it”? Well, if asked, I could certainly look at any Peanuts strip and explain what the joke is, or the point, or the poignant thought. But I just don’t care. Other people identify with this or that character, and others sigh and moan about the emotions the strip elicits. But I don’t.

    There are certainly comics that I do care about and identify with. Barks’ Donald Duck, foremost. Perhaps strangely, Dirks’ devilish Katzenjammer Kids. Pogo. Happy Hooligan. And I could go on. So it’s not the medium of comics that leaves me cold.

    If I were forced to critique Shulz’s work — although fortunately I usually am not — I would say that his emotions and concerns seem shallow and predictable to me. His personality, as a man, seems bland and middle-of-the-road, and so does his work. He is emphatically boring. I’ve spent my life as a peculiar person, way out of the mainstream, and constantly rejected and sneered at because of it. This was never a choice. I have just been true to myself, often unconsciously. I guess this explains it. My sensibilities and Schulz’s do not overlap at all. Not even a little bit.

    But all this makes me feel kind of left out. I have from time to time hoped that I would suddenly have an epiphany, and see the marvels of Peanuts, and suddenly would love it and everything it stands for. But that has never happened.

    So my point is that I have no point in saying this. It’s just a fact. I don’t know if anybody else in the known universe feels this way. Maybe not.

    1. Interesting! Thanks for sharing your viewpoint. It’s gotten me thinking and oddly, the main thing that came to mind: the trajectory of one’s writing approach. My favorite period of the strip’s run is the very beginning, those first few years. The kids’ designs were CUTE and appealing, and the humor was gentle and warm without snark or self-importance dripping from every word. Not surprisingly, the more he was praised, especially during the 60s and the rocketing success of the Christmas special, I thought he began to take his cute little comic strip a little too seriously.
      Maybe that’s just me. I’ve always been of the mind that continuing story characters, with very, VERY, few exceptions, are not meant to be evergreen properties. At some point, can Batman just please kill the Joker and end the nonsense?!
      Side thought: I have to say, that, having seen some original art of his early years, I will always remain stunned by his draftsmanship. The characters were always on-model! For example, he got the curving back of Linus’s head JUST RIGHT every single time, even in successive panels! The inking was so sure and confident.

    2. You know something, I always had a hard time with Charlie Brown being the main lead, but all of the other kids don’t care for him much, except for Linus. Even his delusional dog doesn’t respect him. So it’s hard for me to empathize with him. Sally, Lucy, and at times Peppermint Patty come off as stalker/over obessive-ish.

  2. My father read the comics to me from the time I was of kindergarten age until I was about 9 or 10 and reading them on my own. This was in the 1950’s.

    There was a compassion for the Peanuts characters that always struck me. I couldn’t have articulated it as a young child but I felt it. They were each complex. Lucy reminded me of my older sister. She could be mean, but also fiercely loyal.

    Charlie Brown never gave up and he was a faithful friend. He showed up to feed Snoopy day after day. He was a pretty good big brother to Sally. She was independent and an optimist given to being delusional.

    Linus was a spiritual little guy and someone who pondered the deeper meaning of big and little things. Schroeder could draw Bach out of a dime store toy piano.

    For tom boys like me, Peppermint Patty made me feel happy.

    Snoopy’s imagination was bold and brave. His closest friend was a bird who couldn’t fly in a straight line. This interspecies friendship felt natural.

    Kids and animals lived in a world somewhat separate from that of grownups. There was autonomy and agency supported by complex and not always perfect relationships. Maybe they helped me feel confident and safe growing into my own person. It was a good thing to laugh at myself. I will always be a fan and am grateful.

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