As part of a series called “My Big Break,” All Things Considered is collecting stories of triumph, big and small. These are the moments when everything seems to click, and people leap forward into their careers.
Tom Toro didn’t always dream of becoming a cartoonist at The New Yorker. Sure, he drew cartoons in college, but he didn’t see that as a career path. Instead, he went to film school at NYU.
Then he came to the sudden realization that he was in the wrong field — and he had no idea what he was going to do.
“Up to my neck in debt, directionless, feeling lost in the huge city,” Tom Toro says. “I went into a pretty dark depression. I ended up dropping out of film school. I floundered around for a little while, and I finally just had to come back home.”
He says moving back in with his parents was an adjustment. He remembers the long, quiet dinners sitting around the table trying to make conversation.
“I had sort of been a golden child,” he says. “I was valedictorian in my high school class, I went to Yale, I got into NYU right out of undergrad, and all of a sudden, I’m back at home. And I don’t think my parents really understood what I was doing there. And I almost didn’t understand myself.”
One afternoon, Toro went to a used book sale in his hometown. He opened a cardboard box and found an old stack of magazines.
“For some reason, I was drawn toward them and I started riffling through them,” he says.
They were stacks of old New Yorkers.
“There they were, these cartoons in among the articles,” he says. “I don’t know. Something just clicked. And I started drawing again.”
Toro decided to submit some of his work to the magazine. But he had no idea how.
“So I just sent them to The New Yorker by post,” he says. “I would walk from my parents’ house down to the post office and mail off these packets of cartoons that I was sketching together every week.”
Shortly after, he received a reply in the mail: It was his first rejection note.
“It’s like two of the most elegantly phrased sentences,” he says. “The New Yorker found the way to most courteously and most briefly reject people. It’s just beautiful. You feel so honored to receive it and yet it’s a brushoff.”
A year and a half later, Toro had a pile of rejection letters. But instead of feeling discouraged, he says, it only fueled his determination.
He traveled across the country just to introduce himself to Bob Mankoff, the cartoon editor at The New Yorker.
“I went in, he looked at my stuff — I was just nervously sitting there waiting for him to say something,” Toro says. “And I remember he looked up and said, ‘I don’t see any joy in these. These aren’t ready yet.’ ”
Toro says that’s the comment that stuck with him.
“So I went back home and I just threw everything that I had done previously out the door, sat down with a blank sheet of paper, and just tried to draw from the heart,” he says.
Toro was still receiving rejection letters in the mail, but he says his cartoons were getting better. Toro was finding his style.
And then, one day, he wandered into his mom’s office to check his email.
“Went in there, logged in, and there sitting at the top of my inbox was an email from [Bob Mankoff’s] assistant,” Toro says.
The subject line read, “Cartoon Sold.”
It was the 610th drawing Toro had submitted to The New Yorker.
“That was the lucky number, you know?” he says. “If at first you don’t succeed, try and try and try and try and try and try and try again.”
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