Saturday, March 19, 2005

The Meaning of Tracy Partridge

The other day I was coming out of the Jewel parking lot and almost hit another car (for real) because I became temporarily stunned by a large, vaguely Lichtensteinish portrait of Tracy Partridge in an art gallery window dead ahead. For any non-formerly devoted Partridge Family fans, like myself, this represents something of a mystery. Tracy was one of the two youngest, quietest, Partridge kids, generally offering no more than one deadpan "zinger" per episode. (Zinger being defined here as "marginally humorous line that usually observed the strange behavior of the adults present with keen wit and precision.") Notably, I think, Tracy, and her male counterpart sibling, Chris, rarely offered any facial expression in a pre-Botox era, and I cite this as notable with regard to the painting, because there was little about Tracy to distinguish her as being someone you might want to paint a portrait of thirty years later. Danny, oh yeah. He is so VH1 Behind the Music, with his drug addiction and the whole sleeping with the transvestite/hiding in the closet thing and subsequent reinvention as talk-show host and radio personality. Plus, he was the one on the show with a real personality, which I say as a completely biased, formerly devoted Danny fan. (Come on, everyone loved Keith, but even at ten I found him obvious. I'd put italics on "obvious" here but every time I try to italicize I delete the whole entry. So try to read them italically.) Danny was funny, and in my ten-year-old mind, complex. And was I so right? I think I was. So I could see where someone might paint Danny, as a metaphor for any number of things not the least of which might be redemption. No seriously. But Tracy? I just can't read it. Is the comic-book style of painting meant as a metaphor? And if so, a metaphor of what?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I dunno...the red mullet, the defiant posturing in the face of a horrific "Courtship of Eddie's Father" jumpsuit, the slightly off-kilter smile and "Children of the Damned" stare....it screams out for a post-modern rendering....

Seriously though, who better to represent our current times than Tracy Partridge? With Tracy you get a sense of anonymous mystery that the other Partridges just can't touch. Sure, at first blush, you might think that Keith, Danny, Laurie, or Momma Partridge would make for a more dynamic subject. Unfortunately, this would be a trap; we're going for a deeper meaning not nostalgic kitsch.

Tracy succeeds where the others fail precisely because of her unknowability. Who among us didn't expect Danny to go through hard times and questionable cell mates? Who didn't see Keith working the mid-major dinner theatre circuit (albeit with less hair and a bigger paunch)? Or, that Laurie would disavow any association with the show in an attempt to bury painful childhood memories and to hold on to the hope of starring in the occassional Lifetime movie of the week with Lindsay Wagner, James Brolin, and Valerie Bertinelli? Shirley Jones? Ha! She had her stuff together before the show even filmed. You don't screw around with Oscar and Tony winners unless you want to get knee-capped by some serious dudes.

No, Tracy is the real star deserving her own moment in the sun. With her, there are more questions than answers. Did she even want to be part of the show or was she a victim of a Jon Benet stage mother who forced her to audition at an Anaheim shopping center opening? Did she resent being force fed the cutesy lines that were rejected for Bonaduce? What about her feelings for that damned tambourine? The creeping fear that she could be replaced at any moment like her on-screen sibling? A person could stay awake at night in a cold sweat shuddering at the endless possible torments of this little girl.

Yet, being a positive person, I believe ultimately the picture you saw represents real hope. Hope that somehow Tracy Partridge was able to escape her role and become a real person. Unlike Buffy from Family Affair, the Different Strokes kids, and the Culkins (er....sorry...), I can see Tracy being a stay-at-home Mom playing Bunko in the suburbs of Oklahoma City. I can see Tracy laughing off both good natured and cruel ribbing about her famous past and not-so-famous present. I can see her coming to terms with what it means to be truly human and normal. A not so fully actualized person yet, but, by God, she's trying, she's striving just like all of us are each and every day.

Either that or the artist was stoned.....

Elizabeth Crane said...

Wow, that was a brilliantly considered, not to mention well-informed treatise on Partridge history and it's place in contemporary art!