The name Denis Pratt ( 1908-1999 ) probably means nothing to you. So just as well he changed his name to Quentin Crisp and became one of the Queerest icons of the last century.
One-time male prostitute, model for naked life classes, writer and stage raconteur, he sprang to fame after actor John Hurt portrayed him in the now-classic film The Naked Civil Servant.
It’s a show full of Crisp’s Wilde-like aphorisms and sharp acid one-liners . He describes his one room in a Chelsea boarding house as “ a private ward in a home for the incorrigible”, and denies he has the unremoved dust sent in from Fortnum and Masons- telling us that after 4 years it doesn’t get any worse.
Being obviously Queer as a child he tells of being ‘ in the furnace of my father’s hatred “. Heavily hennaing his hair he tries to join the army when war breaks out but is dismissed on the grounds that he is “ suffering from sexual perversion”.
There are massive contradictions in what Crisp says rather than what he does – clearly a trail-blazer in what he calls “a minority within a minority – being an effeminate homosexual “, he roundly turns on Gay liberation and Queer rights.
But setting all that aside what Farrelly gives us is in what Crisp calls “ the slapstick tragedy of human life “, is the humanity of the man, his sense of what he calls” being not doing”, and his lecture to New York audiences in later life is not the explanation of style as he claims, but a manifesto for being Queer, being out and being yourself.
It will annoy, amuse and educate.
Tickets – stream.theatre/season161
Coming in the autumn – my interview feature with Mark – look out for it in Scene