At the tail end of filming a documentary on his career, Mr. Izzard's director observed with interest that, for all his verbal dexterity, he never really "said" anything. This insight caught his attention. As the cameras began to roll again, up bubbled the hidden suspicion that his drive to succeed was largely fueled by the hope that this might bring his mother back to life. The revelation surprised no one more than he, and served to seed the idea of writing this memoir. In it, he goes to great pains to set his performing nature to the side and for the first time speak genuinely about the long road it's been for him and how much effort it's taken to become one of the top comedians of his generation.
For those who remain unaware of the work of Eddie Izzard, and happened to have missed his HBO special, Dressed to Kill, I envy you. There is a wickedly intelligent gem of a performance waiting on your horizon that I thoroughly encourage you to experience. There is not much in this world that will set me to smiling broadly, alone, in front of a television screen. And then to laugh aloud...and laugh aloud again. He did this. And it was glorious.
From the book:
When we want to learn something now, we just go to the Internet and type in: I want to learn about soup in Afghanistan. And it gives you all the soup variations in Afghanistan. If you remember the early search engines, like, say, Alta Vista, then you know that when you'd type something in like Soup in Afghanistan, it would show you porn, porn, porn, etc. And you'd go, "No, I was after soup in Afghanistan." Porn. Naked men, women, porn nakedness? "Nope, just soup, mainly in Afghanistan." You couldn't use words; you just had to say, Soup. Afghanistan. Not porn. As soon as you said "not porn" it would say: Ah, you meant porn. Afghanistan porn. Soup porn. They must have just put the entire dictionary into their search request. Anyone who wanted to look for trousers - porn, go to the moon - porn. These porn people will attach the word porn to anything to make money.
Actually, mentioning the word porn here is interesting, because in the old days, whenever you said you were transgender, other people felt you were essentially saying you were pornographic. Perversion was implied and assumed - and that's what I, and everyone else who has come out with any kind of alternative sexuality, have had to deal with. We've all had to fight these negative words and say, "No, actually - member of society."
If there's a more incisive way to illustrate the cultural squeeze-play that keeps people in the closet - I haven't come across it.
This memoir is incredibly earnest, occasionally funny, and filled with heart. It's so easy to be generous with him. And I suspect that's because he's gone out of his way to be generous with me.