The Goodbye Look
Last night I remembered this Mel TormĂ© cover of Donald Fagenâs âThe Goodbye Look.â Originally from Fagenâs 1982 album The Nightfly, the song tells the story of a 3rd world revolution, presumably happening somewhere in the Caribbean:
As you can hear, this isnât a heroic tale with the revolutionaries as its protagonists. Characteristically for Fagen, the story is told obliquely, from the perspective of a narrator who is not unreliable so much as stuck in a self-imposed, ethically dubious position. The song is an imperialistâs lament, basically. Itâs unclear what the narratorâs exact position is, but from his aloofness and repeated reference to âthe big casinoâ as a local landmark, it seems likely heâs a businessman of some sort. We get no indication heâs a member of the actual government being overthrown, but heâs clearly very worried - and disapproving of the change in power.
The song begins with him fondly recalling when he first arrived:
The surf was easy on the day I came to stay On this quiet island in the bay I remember a line of women all in white The laughter and the steel bands at night
From his perspective, the island was once a tranquil paradise, where people--he does not distinguish between them--were happy. âEveryoneâ lived a life of luxury, sipping cocktails on the beach and dancing the night away. But the reference to an exotic island music style (and perhaps the âwomen all in whiteâ) belies a conflict hidden in plain sight: a class conflict-- inflected by race--between the local population and the white (neo)colonists that see the island as a vehicle for the accumulation of capital. Now, it seems, that âtranquilityâ has been shattered:
Now the Americans are gone except for two The embassy's been hard to reach There's been talk and lately a bit of action after dark Behind the big casino on the beach
The rules are changed It's not the same It's all new players in a whole new ball game
Our protagonist knows his days are numbered, but he seems shocked by the complete reversal of fortune. The revolution came out of nowhere: he couldnât see it coming even when the contradictions of the previous arrangement were blatantly obvious. Itâs as if he never considered you could even have âall new players in a whole new ball game.â We often speak of bourgeois ideology in terms of its hold on the non-bourgeois, but the song implies that few are more blinded by bourgeois ideology than the bourgeois themselves. He continues, literally sickened from shock:
Last night I dreamed of an old lover dressed in gray I've had this fever now since yesterday Wake up darling they're knocking the Colonel's standing in the sun With his stupid face the glasses and the gun
Just as nationalization, land reform, and other forms of expropriation are depicted by capital as totalitarian moves, here âthe Colonelâ arrives to serve as a focal point for imperial self-righteousness about democracy, legality, and non-violence. The possibility that the overthrow of a neocolonial regime might have tangible popular benefits--and might even be organized by the exploited masses themselves--is not even considered. Instead, we hear only the racialized dismissal of a figure the narrator clearly sees as an aspiring dictator - because, after all, only a tyrannical demagogue would infringe upon property rights. It is only with this misrecognition that the narrator begins to see historical parallels to his situation:
I know what happens I read the book I believe I just got the goodbye look
Then, in a tossed-off line rich with subtext, he asks:
Won't you pour me a Cuban Breeze Gretchen?
The TormĂ© version changes âGretchenâ to âbaby,â but either way weâre reminded that our colonial protagonist is a man, who depends upon women--white and otherwise--to mix his drinks, wash his clothes, and listen to his endless pontificating. Even with his (and presumably her) life in danger, he canât be bothered to make his own cocktail.
Time is almost up, but thereâs one more chance to get out alive:
I know a fellow with a motor launch for hire A skinny man with two-tone shoes Cause tonight they're arranging a small reception just for me Behind the big casino by the sea
Desperate to flee before the ominous âsmall receptionâ that awaits him in the evening, the narrator makes plans to escape by boat. We never learn whether he succeeds, but the final lines remind us that it doesnât really matter:
I know what happens I read the book I believe I just got the goodbye look
Either way, our protagonist is gone. He has lost. Whether he sees it in the gaze of the Colonel, the steel drum player, or the boatman, the island has given him the goodbye look. There are new players in a whole new ball game - and he wonât be playing.















