Comments for Dame Edna Everage
Dame Edna Everage: 11/09/06
There's a long British tradition of men dressing up as women on the stage going back to Elizabethan times and more recently in the Panto. Of course, Dame Edna and her creator, Barry Humphries, is Australian, but many of the traditions are the same and certainly the historical heritage is the same.
John Lahr took on the Herculean task of interviewing Barry Humphries for this book but you'll see that the book sports his most famous character's name: Dame Edna Everage and the Rise of Western Civilisation. Of the 274 pages of text, maybe forty pages are actually about Humphries. The bulk of the book is filler about waiting for a show to start and older gags and of course Dame Edna's "life."
Barry Humphries' instance on staying in character as Dame Edna for all of his public events makes me think of the San Diego Chicken aka Ted Giannoulas. That damn chicken started as a lame radio advertising campaign (thanks KGO!) and went on to be a piece of San Diego culture that could not be escaped. The chicken ended up being the mascot of the Padres for a while (and pretty much any other venue in San Diego). I remember in junior high there was a lot of hubbub over discovering the Chicken's true identity. It was stupid then and it is stupid in this book.
Here is my BookCrossing Review:
Fair Suck of the Sav Mate!
Sean is learning geography at school right now. I've told him a few times in passing that I spent three months living in Australia as an exchange student. Some how he got it stuck in his head that our family is from Australia and he told everyone at school. So yesterday I had to explain to his teachers that no, we're a multi-generation Californian family.
It would certainly be more interesting for Sean's studies right now if he could point to a specific point on the map and say, "My family is from here" and have that "here" be somewhere else. Unfortunately for him most of his family has grown up in California. Then when it comes to the question of what culture are we, we have to pull pull out or laundry list of countries and ethnicities. Face it; we're mutts.