February 15, 2024

Adelaide Fringe Theatre: The Portable Dorothy Parker

Filed under: Archive,Current,Fringe

Written by Murray Bramwell

With her acid wit and memorably wicked aphorisms, Dorothy Parker is a rich subject for the stage, and playwright Annie Lux has seized the chance. The Portable Dorothy Parker draws its title from the writer’s first collection, garnered from works published in Vanity Fair, The New Yorker and literary magazines.

It is 1943, and an emissary from Viking Press is visiting Parker to hasten the selection process. The setting is her apartment – a chair and table with a lamp, a typewriter, and a stack of articles, poems, literary miscellany waiting for decisions. And then, across the stage, a well-stocked drinks trolley, ready to provide copious libations.

Parker picks up a page, maybe reads a few lines and then begins to reminisce, quibble, reflect, and mull her life in writing and the writing of her life. It is a terrific device and Annie Lux has plenty to choose from.

Such as Parker’s marriages, her friendships with the humourist Robert Benchley and Alexander Woolcott, the demon critic, escapades at The New Yorker, and liaisons with literary lions such as Hemingway and F.Scott Fitzgerald. As well, there is the celebrated and infamous round table lunch held every day for ten years at the Algonquin Hotel.

Regrettably, in performance, this complex, sad, gaudy, often drunken, woman, and her fearless, quixotic engagement with the male dominated world of letters, is somehow lost in translation. In the role of Dorothy, Margot Avery, undoubtedly understands her mercurial, capricious personality, but does not succeed in conveying it.

It is commendable that Avery, and director Lee Costello, have not opted for a loud, abrasive rendering such as Jennifer Jason Leigh’s in Alan Rudolph’s best forgotten, atrocious film. But in the Arch Theatre at Holden Street, Dorothy Parker is often not loud enough to even be heard.

Lux’s text carries a lot of freight, laden with quips and supercilious phrasing. Parker is holding court, performing desperately to impress the unseen young person from Viking. Necessarily this requires a more heightened style for impact, in order to provide contrast to the more pensive asides, neurotic doubts and second thoughts which provide a parallel, even contrary, commentary.

In her muted, often inaudible, delivery Margot Avery replaces Parker’s self- serving oratory with a mixture of diffidence and indifference . Parker is weary and diminished, but Avery, and director Costello, have vitiated her energy and flair to the point of torpor. Maybe a stage microphone intensifying the volume will restore some vitality to the production. At the moment, to use Parker’s own waspish comment, this performance runs the whole gamut of the emotions from A to B.


The Portable Dorothy Parker is playing at The Arch, Holden Street Theatres, from February 13 to March 17.

Fringe review: The Portable Dorothy Parker

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