I always thought that I hated anthropomorphism. Even as a child, Disney made me cringe. Cutsie animals with scary white eyes, out of proportion huge heads and, even worse, scary American child accents. Yuk. I could just about manage talking animals in a book (more like their inner thoughts). I remember being dragged to see Bambi at the cinema and becoming hysterical with laughter when Bambi’s mother was shot. I mean, deer can be a serious nuisance and they are, after all, made of venison.
Then I discovered Gary Larson. The acceptable face of anthropomorphism. His degree was in communication and he has certainly done that with great effect. His genius lies in his ability to get inside the skin of his characters whilst making fun of humans. His dogs are dogs, cats are cats but still the joke is on us.
Two of the greatest must surely be Professor Schwartzman and his bark decoder: what dogs are really saying – “Hey!, Hey!Hey!, Hey!”
and What we say to dogs:
“OK Ginger! I’ve had it. You stay out of the garbage! Understand, Ginger? Stay out of the garbage, or else!”
What they hear:
Blah blah GINGER blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah GINGER blah blah blah blah blah.
Reverse anthropomorphism if you like.
So happy 75th birthday Gary and thank you.