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The Red Rascal makes me think of Marwencol. I wonder if Jeff is working out some demons.
Am I the only one who is genuinely pulling for Jeff's success here? It was the great Samuel Johnson who once said, "No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money," and in this respect, the younger Redfern comes out the better this week. Jeff's obviously inherited his family's verbal DNA, so why begrudge him the opportunity to make a living from what he does well? Hey, one man's "war porn" is another man's For Whom the Bell Tolls.
I see Sorkh Razil as a young Theseus type, who engages in dramatic battles against exotic enemies for the amusement of others: a pretty popular literary device these days. I hope that, in 20 years, Jeff Redfern will astound critics with a heart-wrenching tour de force novel about a middle-aged man trying to reach out to his dying father with whom he never managed to see eye to eye. I'm thinking Pulitzer, or maybe even Nobel. Or better still, it will be the namesake of the prestigious Redfern Award for Outstanding Literary Awesomeness Beyond Comprehension.
I actually find the contrast between Rick and Jeff to be quite poignant. Rick represents the old media/journalism, with a dedication to credibility and accountability, but trying to maintain its relevance in a changing media. Jeff represents new media/journalism, with a focus on sensationalism, exaggeration and often pure fiction, with it's dedication to financial success and celebrity.
Rick's correct answer to Jeff at this point is, "Get out. Or I'm calling the police to have you removed as an unwanted person in my home." Jeff is now so far over the line that it has ceased to be funny, or even amusing. He needs to know that he is not welcome in his parents' home.
Neither Rick nor Joanie have failed; it is not a reflection on them. I have never personally met someone who is narcissistic to the point of psychotic delusion, although I have met some pretty narcissistic people. Jeff is there, and Rick and Joanie need to put him out on a permanent basis. It won't help Jeff, but it will help them.
How ironic. Rick has dissed and dismissed the kid for years and now he wants some of the bread? "'Who will help me grind the grain?' said the Little Red Hen." Methinks the one who made it rightly enjoys the dough.
I'm anticipating the time when "stately homeowner" Jeff discovers what an "advance against sales" really means to an author. It's a loan that comes due. No way he'll be able to afford that place. Rick should have brought this up to him by now.
Re THE QUESTION: Lacey didn't teach Joanie's knees how to jerk. Joanie has never (used advisedly -- I'm an old, old timer) expected people to live up to her, or society's, expectations. She takes us (and herself) as we come. Lacey just knew a real diamond when she saw one.
People have pointed out some parallels/opposites between Jeff and Alex, and Jeff and Toggle, as comments on the world today. But I've just seen like a lightning burst -- finally seen! -- that Jeff and Rick are being contrasted as representatives of new and old media. And whatever his moral qualities, Jeff as the new media star is in the ascendant.
So Jeff’s passion has become rewarding? Not such a shock, given that he has shown a propensity for science and imaginative fiction -- not the first time that formula’s worked for someone. Perhaps he could mentor his more-intelligent journalist father in creating fact-based prose -- perchance composing captions for a politically satirical comic strip?
Every time Jeff says "stately home" I hear The Kinks in my head. Can't wait to watch him, sipping a beer on a sunny afternoon, like the slacker in the song, blocking out all the problems that are going to be inevitable for him. I predict his fall will be as spectacular as his rise.
The Red Rascal setting up a foundation to pay out of work journalists to blog would be pretty satirical.
I wish in future you would not refer to bad entities as "trolls." It has gotten difficult -- my daughter even changed her name.
It's always interesting to look at the Flashbacks and see the same character at different points in their life, but this week has been particularly poignant. Twenty-five years ago, Phil Slackmeyer goes dancing at Rosewood, trying to forget about all the legal trouble he's in. Fifteen years later, he's dead and his son Mark is hard-pressed to find anyone who actually cares. The record of a life nearly not wasted -- hands up if you're hoping the same thing will happen to Jeff someday!
I broke my addiction to HuffPo when I learned that some bloggers (specifically an IBM VP) pay HuffPo to post their work and the payer gets to moderate all the comments. So when I commented that the VP's blog exhorting people to get technical degrees was self-serving and disingenuous given IBM Global Services' practice of replacing their American, onsite employees with off shore resources, my comment was deleted.
I can't believe that until now, I never imagined that Rascal could help good ol' mom and pop -- perhaps pay off the mortgage, and prepay insurance and taxes for a few years. What would be wrong with that?
Millions for war porn, but not a dime for Reasonable Rick? Pity. Especially since that comic anomaly reflects the king's ransoms raked in by political screedmeisters / ripsnorters / voter-deluders. Oh, well. It's only money.
Ah! I believe that Sunday look between Joanie and Rick was "How on earth did we raise this perfect wreck of conspicuous consumption given our backgrounds?"
As usual, Mr. Trudeau gives us a view (with opinion) of American society. A slice, in particular, of the class of recent rich, complete with inflated ego, and lack of familiarity with the lifestyle.
It's after 1:30 am and I just read today's strip. That means when I get up in the morning, there will be no new strip to start the day. Each time I read it, it's almost sad that I've used it up and must wait for another whole day for another one. Doonesbury is my morning bread, and one four-panel strip is just not enough. But I guess it's all I'm gonna get (except for a bit more on Sundays), so I'll just have to wait patiently (no, impatiently) for another tomorrow. (Is Rick going to administer Jeff's foundation? Oh, me. Oh, my.)