There's a problem with Bloom County--well, two problems actually: Doonesbury and impatience.
If, Doonesbury had never been around, everyone would probably love Bloom County and think it was the best comic strip since Feiffer. Doonesbury led people to expect more out of a comic strip than just a half-hearted beginning of an understanding of the way we are. Yet if Doonesbury had never been around, neither would Bloom County--for Bloom County is clearly a child of the Doonesbury era. Politically and sometimes sentimentally accurate. Bloom County makes the best stab around at carrying the Doonesbury torch. But Bloom County too often comes dangerously close of the zone between, say. Donesbury and Garfield, where it begins to remind one of Dennis the Menace. Because he has chosen child rather than adult heroes. Breathed sometimes indulges in "aren't they cutisms," which become a bit of a crutch.
Breathed does have a good sense of self and a good sense of self vs. Trudeau. He tries, somewhat gingerly, to joke about his relationship with his top-box predecessor. In one example. Bloom County star Milo Bloom dreams of being a syndicated cartoonist thrown into the dungeon for missed deadlines, where he is hung on the wall in chains next to a bearded prisoner. The bearded prisoner jokes that he has been in the cellar for nine months, whereupon Milo says "nine months? Wait a minute. Gary Trudeau?...Mum's the word." Nor does Breathed hold back from poking fun at himself. In one of the funniest cartoons in the book, the bewildered young Yaz Fistachio complains that there is no weirder name in the world than her own. Opus, the lethargic penguin, counters "what about Berkeley Breathed."
But if Breathed has a clear sense of himself in relation to others comics, he has a harder time fitting his strip to the current age--the collection's title not-withstanding. Breathed's message lacks coherence, largely because he seems impatient to get on to the next sequence rather than fully developing the one at hand. One of the most irritating examples is a sequence in which Milo sings the rambling, garbled ode to our times called "the eighty-three blues."
Black panthers, libbers, a campus
Now that's what we need, or a
hippie or three.
Yet valley girls sit on our cultural
Gross me out baby, gag me with a
So Mama, help me. I'm losin' all
Bob Dylan's at home, watch in the
Free Speech, Poor JudgmentD AN QUAYLE has a drug record. The Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) investigated him while he was a U.S. Senator,
CensorshipTo the Editors of The Crimson, I whole-heartedly support your decision to discontinue Bloom Country as The Crimson's comic strip.
Cement ShoesTo the Editors of The Crimson: The Crimson decided two days ago t stop running Berke Breathed's comic strip Bloom
Truth and JusticeTo the Editors of The Crimson: As a guest at Harvard, I have refrained from commenting on local controversies in
Closet AnxietiesT O BE COMPLETELY up front about it, neither of us has regularly read Bloom County, nor do we plan