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I've been a reader and lifelong fan for 40 years. I can recite punchlines and dialog going all the way back, and even have an original strip on my wall. Giving Jeff Redfern a Random House Red Rascal contract is the first truly predictable and overdone plot device I think I can remember since I started reading in '73. It comes as almost as big a surprise as some of your great ones. I suspect you'll put your own brand on how it unfolds. Sorry to be so brash, as you're one of a very small pool of people I have consistently admired my whole life.
I, officially, hate Jeff Redfern. After a decade of teaching high school English, earning an MFA in Creative Writing, and generally busting my ass to make the world a better place while earning a pittance (as of right now, I have $1.42 in my checking account), I am filled with righteous indignation that he has landed a book deal that will probably net him more cash than I'll earn in an entire year. I hope his stupid sunglasses break.
Your ability to tap into the unstated (even politically incorrect, even slightly taboo) zeitgeist is amazing, as well as emotionally candid and politically provocative. I've been having very much the same daydream as Mike, with very much the same mixed emotions about my own anger over the Big Swindle, and the NEO -- New Economic Order. (Where have we heard that term before?) These are, of course, some of the functions of art: to let others (even the socially, politically or economically marginalized, of whom there are more and more of us every day) know other sentient citizens share those feelings, however volatile they may be at the margins, and thereby to either galvanize or defuse them (maybe a bit of both). Keep up the good work, and keep speaking Truth to Power. There are plenty of us who still relate, and need the "laughter of (self)recognition," more now than ever.
Oh, gorgeous! It's thrilling to know that my email is on the "onramp to the feedback loop." I love it! Thank you for making my day.
I've been reading Doonesbury since it first debuted in public newspapers, and I've even gone back to read what I can find of its predecessor at Yale. It has been an important companion in my life, and always relevant. I still enjoy reading even the oldest strips sitting on my bookshelves, for they help make sense of the patchwork of memory that is my life. It's been an amazing run, and for me it even tops my childhood favorite, Pogo.
As I watch these fantastic story lines reveal their characters while they examine our own psyches, it occurs to me that although Doonesbury is immortal, Trudeau is not. Someday we'll part ways. He could take retirement any time he wishes. At this age I'm used to things going away, so partings are more philosophical than emotional, but when I think of that day coming, I feel moved to enjoy every frame of every strip for all it has to offer.
Trudeau has topped the genre again and again, and it seems that each year he is "just reaching his prime." That's the mark of a mature journalist and humorist, always topping himself without theatrics. And so it is that today I wish to thank Garry Trudeau for 40-plus years of the best stuff in print. I want to say so now, while he is still in his prime, rather than when he chooses to retire, for then everyone will be talking about it. Saying thank you now comes from the heart. And please, Garry, don't be in any hurry to slow down. If air, food and water are staples of life, Doonesbury is a staple of citizenship in America.
The "coincidence" of Trff Bmzklfrpz beginning his memoirs and the emergence of Dick Cheney's In My Time is striking. We'll be able to learn directly about the planning / execution of an atrocity and simultaneously review its spun retelling.
Throw like a girl? I dunno. I throw like a girl. And I'm a girl! Doesn't mean I don't admire female baseball players. They throw like ball players. I throw like Mark.
Re. Mark "throwing like a girl": The Doonesbury strip would lack credibility if every character exhibited flawless, politically conscious values at all times. Express disappointment in the thoughts or actions of individual characters, by all means, but extending your disappointment to GBT, or the strip as a whole, misses the point of drama.
What have you done? Random House will be swamped with manuscripts from wannabe authors.
Enough of Trff! He's despicable. His best recent use in strip was to bring Becca Bickle onboard. Please develop her and the upheaval and trends in publishing/ebooks/how we get our reading fixes, aside from Doonesbury.
I am equally disappointed in GBT and DISAPPOINTED, both of whom assume that to "throw like a girl" is somehow an insult. I point you both towards the many, many female athletes who represent our nation in the Olympics, just for a start. And on behalf of Mark, who "throws like a girl": Thank you! what a compliment!
Becca Bickle? Spot on. Lets show lunatics -- of whatever stripe -- as they really are; grist for the media mill. BB will take on all comers with energy, verve, and bracelets that could dub as martial arts weapons. There's where you see the true invisible hand. The hand of affluence for the undeserving, and the insane. Honestly, sometimes I can't tell the difference, either.
I am very disappointed in today's strip. You cannot resist the temptation to label Mark with the oldest gay stereotype in the book: he throws like a girl. In my experience "Lyle, the Effeminate Heterosexual" as portrayed by Dana Carvey years ago on SNL rings equally true, since most of my gay male friends are excellent athletes and sportsmen.
I'm hoping Mark will become a Big Brother for some young boy who needs exactly the kind of camaraderie and encouragement he's talking about.
I make it a point to read the Flashbacks section every day, partly for nostalgia, but also for for the weirdly prophetic strips from years past. The one from 10 years ago today is scary: Boopsie and B.D., commenting that "a whole new generation of madmen" "will "pay any price to destroy us." This in a strip that appeared just three weeks before 9/11.
Someone round about the age of 60 should know better than to call a friend cross-country in the middle watches of the night. For any reason. Still -- "She's more up on the gay stuff"? Depth in characterization can be recognized by the author's willingness to have a protagonist sometimes be a total d*bag.
What the what? Did Mark's hair go white after he heard about Michele Bachmann's views on homosexuality?
As outrageous as the extreme distribution of wealth is, the real crime to me is that in a country that professes one man/one vote the 400 have more political power as well.
The current Straw Poll seems to call for an Option D: All of the Above.
So who will present the greater challenge to the gorgeous and talented Becca Bickle -- the self-deluded psychopath or the self-deluded Peter Pan? Becca's had a good run so far. I look for it to continue.