Just When You Thought It Couldn't Get Worse

But when he wasn't painting covers and making drawings for The New Yorker, The Atlantic, Time, and Rolling Stone, he was making comic strips. Sorel's strips are iconoclastic, cynical, and universally excoriating. No target escapes his watchful wrath: politicians, theological dynasties, idealogues left and right, lawyers, publishers, and the usual gang of movers and shakers (nor does he spare himself).

Culled from the pages of The Nation, the Village Voice, Penthouse, and other magazines, Sorel proves he is that most dangerous of creatures - a cartoonist with a chip on his shoulder.