"The trouble with Western Society today is the lack of anything
worth concealing," teased the brilliant Joe Orton in 1967, shortly
before receiving a deadly cosh fr his jealous Signif Other. Orton,
the ultimate worldling whose plays reminded UK critics of Ben Jonson,
Shaw and an Oscar Wilde of the Welfare State, kept a diary during
the last months of his irreverent life (d. age 34) that bursts with
the upside down manners of his classic comedies.
Like a Restoration playwright he exercises the comedy of paradox --
with colloquial case. US comic writers aim for the punch-line (Neil
Simon) or the put-down (Dorothy Parker). Orton targets the mind with
verbal jousts like "Show your emotions in public or not at all."
The diary records his London life. After a trip to the barber, he says,
"My hair cut looks pretty good. It appears to be quite natural whilst
in actual fact being artificial. Which is a philosophy I approve of."
Overheard conversation between two ladies on a bus: "There's a lot of
blue about lately." The other replies, "Yes, and there's a lot of green
about too." After buying a china pig as a gift for his TV producer, he
reports that the clerk "packed it in a cardboard box that originally
held three Bronco toilet rolls. A more sensible present in many ways."
The Orton charm is YouTube visible in an Eamonn Andrews TVer from 1967.
He admits everything, within reason, and brings down the house. In life,
in theatre, in his diary -- too much was never enough for the wondrous
horseplay of Joe Orton.