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Garfield Minus Garfield is a brilliant piece of deconstruction, a powerful, but above all elegant, exploration of the quiet desperation of Jon Arbuckle. In my own fevered dream amidst the Watchmen zeitgeist, it occurs to me that Jon Arbuckle's existential woes have nothing on those of Jon Osterman, aka Dr. Manhattan. With apologies to Alan Moore, Dave Gibbons, Jim Davis, Dan Walsh, and various other blue shoulders upon which I stand.