A clean, well-lit place to vent
Please feel free to contribute to this frequently-updated forum, which posts selected commentary on our favorite comic strip. If you’d like your critique to be posted, please note that civility, if not approbation, counts. Click here to submit a comment.
The quality of GT's work is reflected by the comments on the Blowback page. In just four panels and around 40 words per day, he manages to create a whole world of precise characterisations that obviously lots of posters identify with as much as with soap opera characters on a 30-minute TV show. I wonder what GT is planning for Jeff.
Even with as much empathy as I can muster for Jeff, as an Austinite, hometown of Lance Armstrong, this past week that (my name here) has been experiencing such deep humiliation, my feeling is, "It could be much worse."
I have a horrible feeling that the IRS has yet one more horrible surprise in store for Jeff.
Rick did try to warn Jeff, and Jeff's reaction to that was rude and dismissive. Rick deserves to enjoy the moment!
Jeff completely deserves his karmic retribution , but sadly I suspect he won't learn a thing from it. No Southpark-esque "I've learnt something today." Solipsism incarnate. I've zero sympathy for him, particularly after the bad grace and manners he showed when he first met Toggle with Alex. He's hitting 30? God help him. As we say in Clare, "He's in for an awful landing."
Your Flashback of 15 years ago with Lacey talking to Dick is beautiful. Their relationship is one of the gems of the Doonesbury Series. I find their continuing dialog profoundly moving.
Jeff Redfern's financial failure is mirrored in real life by many. His father Rick's reaction, though understandable given Jeff's previous smugness, seems inordinately cruel. When I was in a similar situation (no mansion, but job loss) my father didn't laugh, he growled out a speech on the virtues of self-reliance and almost didn't let me back into the house (my mother filibustered on my behalf). Now that some years have passed, and both my parents are gone, I am somewhat wistful reading Jeff's plight. On one hand, I almost (almost!) wish Jeff would have made his literary fantasies a success. On the other, I take a moment of schadenfreude in watching him come down to earth. Could Jeff have "made it"? Maybe. J.K. Rowling struck literary gold, as have others. Jeff's big mistake was thinking (I can't be sure, but I'll bet it was something like this) "if she can do it, so can I." Wrong. It's not that easy; otherwise everyone would do it.
I'm losing (even more) respect for Rick with his reaction to Jeff's downfall. His reaction to his son's success was petty, his reaction to this latest turn is mean-spirited. No emotional support, no wisdom -- the kind of reaction you'd expect in response to an enemy's success and failure, not one's son.
I have to admit, this week's series has truly made my month complete. After months of watching that self-absorbed git fall into success after success and rubbing it in the face of his father, now he's finding what it's like on the way down. And I'm only mildly surprised by all the people jeering Rick about his attitude. I'm guessing those are liberals incensed over reality invading their fantasies.
It's interesting to watch Jeff's travails, but it's more interesting to wonder if it's a treatise on our societal inadequacies in parenting. We keep hearing that children are maturing at an earlier age, and that children should be allowed to "expand their horizons." But that has led to our children seeing the world through rose-colored glasses while the world burns around them. Parenting going awry has happened before, and every time ends in a dark age followed by a period of reasoning and then a golden era. We are a habitual species, claiming to be "moving forward," but the circle just gets tighter and tighter. And in the end, chaos rules.
Rick will be laughing out of the other side of his mouth when a major Hollywood producer options The Red Rascal for a trilogy of summer blockbusters.
Jeff, you're turning 30 in a couple of months. Consider this a fresh start.
I don't think Jeff ever had success. Like the rest of his life, what Jeff had was fantasy. Abroad he was Sorkh Razil, at home he was a great author. And like all fools living a fantasy, he showed arrogance and contempt to those who were trudging through life, actually paying their dues, including his own parents whom he sponged off of for years.
Rick's laughter is understandable. It's what a fool deserves when he falls from his perch but eludes wisdom by still failing to take responsibility for his own downfall -- although he expects everyone else too. It mirrors the pent-up anger at those who treat the rational and wise as idiots, while being idiots and pretending to be wise and deserving. Rick's laughter is reality's cry of triumph as up is once again up and down returns to being down.
Jeff's dad, again, reminds me why I have so little compassion for his career doldrums. Talk about misspent energy!
I wonder if Rick Redfern will be laughing quite so diabolically when his son moves back in.
In the current Straw Poll it's too bad GBT didn't include an answer D: All of the above!
Knew this was coming; as always, too good to be true. For some reason though I feel a bit uneasy about Jeff's fall from grace. It's like you say finally someone has found success in even a small part of the world, only to have things tipped upside-down just like that. It feels too much like the real world now, everyone asking for more and more, but we aren't getting any better. Depressing...
Another Trudeau psychic phenomenon: anticipating in 1972 that a strip about McGovern would serve as his epitaph in 2012.
Wait, Jeff! Don't panic! Just go to your computer and dash off a little missive about how the Red Rascal finds terrorist repo men trying to plant a bomb in his ride, the Rascal trounces them all, and tosses the bomb to explode harmlessly in an empty field. It's perfect! Send it off to your publisher, look outside, and... Oh, wow. The car's still gone. So much for magical thinking. Jeff Redfern -- legend in his own mind, a loser in real life.
Oh bother - I was just starting to believe in the American Dream...