He was always a step ahead, his mind geared not only for the
next move, but the next sequence. He also smelt it, anticipated the
audience reaction, shaped the prejudice in context for consumption.
and enraged audiences with his polymathic, panoramic reach.
The genius of the late Barry Humphries first took root in
Britain, along with a flowing of other Australian expatriates who
had made Blighty their home. It became evident in Britains most
famous, remorseless panner of reputation and issue, the satirical
magazine Private Eye, that weedkiller of inflated
reputations. There, another genius of comedy, Peter Cook,
understood a kindred spirit. At Cooks suggestion, Humphries ran a
comic strip that made him famous and eventually found celluloid
expression:
The Adventures of Barry McKenzie.
The reception of the comic strip in Australia, with its
slang-fluent, rough protagonist stomping through the Mother
Country, was a foretaste of things to come. Compiled in three book
collections, the first two were banned by the Customs Department
under the Customs Prohibited Import Regulations. The silly
justification was section 4A, which prohibited the importation of
works and articles deemed blasphemous, indecent, or obscene, or
unduly emphasising matters of sex, horror, violence or crime, or
are likely to encourage depravity.
The harebrained nature of this measure, one that could only have
been appreciated by Humphries, was that selections from Private
Eye, including Barry McKenzies Naughty Night, were already
available in the country in the 1965 publication Penguin Private
Eye.
Her Dame Edna Everage (Mrs Norm Everage to some) act, hewn from
the dull, insular terrain of Moonee Ponds in Victoria, was always
going to be an uneven sell for home audiences. In the
sex-suppressed Anglosphere, with its hypocrisies of gender, control
and concealment, it was brilliant, a poking, full frontal display
of the bigoted housewife giving bigotry a lengthy outing.
The bricks of the mythmakers are now being assembled, an effort
to build a mausoleum of deception. Always be suspicious of the he
was much loved by all tag; they usually have a fair share of
aggrieved, envious enemies.
There are, however, clues in the coverage. Humphries was a
comedy export read, not palatable in straitlaced, monochrome
Australia, a bit too salty, or gamey, for local consumption. He
tested his various alter-egos the barely tolerable Edna, the
monstrous, dribbling Sir Les Patterson and so forth on foreign
soil. (Rarely mentioned in tributes is his more complex,...