British actor Rupert Everett charmed his way into moviegoers' affections with his scene-stealing performance in "My Best Friend's Wedding." Everett is also the gifted writer of this scathingly funny novel of a down-and-out actor's zany misadventures amid a wildly colorful menagerie of madcap trendsetters. Fame is a fleeting thing, as ex-soap opera star Rhys Waveral discovers. When he loses all his money in the stock market and no new acting jobs are forthcoming, eviction from his elegant hotel suite looms large. Stripped of all his assets, Rhys realizes he has only one thing left to himself. And a pair of jet-setting dowagers couldn't be more thrilled. From staid English country houses to flamboyant Parisian nightclubs and an outrageous costume ball in Tangiers, Rupert Everett spins a raucous and irresistible modern farce.
Rupert James Hector Everett is a two-time Golden Globe-nominated English film actor, author and former singer.
He first came into public attention in the early 1980s when he was cast in Julian Mitchell's play and subsequent film Another Country for playing an openly homosexual student at an English public school, set in the 1930s. Since then he has appeared in many other films with mostly major roles, including My Best Friend's Wedding, The Next Best Thing and the Shrek sequels.
This book is... much much better than you think it's going to be. Everett writes with a style that can maybe best be described as Henry Fielding meets Bret Easten Ellis, but with a deeper sense of compassion for his characters than either of those more venerated authors. Predominantly hilarious, occasionally and unexpectedly moving, the adventures of call boy turned actor turned call boy Rhys are clearly meant to be both autobiographical and satirical, and at its best moments the book bullseyes that kind of tragicomedic farce of manners that the British tend to do so well, a la Absolutely Fabulous or Noel Coward. Everett's genius is in his ability to get you to actually care about it all, and Rhys at the center of it, no matter how ridiculous it and he get. There's something deeply human and sincere at the heart of all the satire and cleverness and when you get there is, surprisingly, satisfying.
Despite his undeniable talent as an actor, Everett is probably an even more talented writer. Laugh out loud funny, this books is a thinly veiled autobiography, with plenty added for comic effect of course. I wish he would write more of this kind of novel.
This is a witty satire on the British young aristocracy about a youthful noble playboy turned actor and, now out of work, gigolo. It was funny, but there were far too many drugs in this book for me to enjoy it whole-heartedly plus I completely did not understand the ending. A disappointment.
Picture a very long episode of Ab Fab written by the playwright Joe Orton (Loot) and you've got Rupert Everett's debut novel. The story is filled with cinematic and visual humor that I think would've lent itself better to a movie than it does to a novel.
A funny sondure into Ruperts life veiled as fiction. I've read it many times and have the pleasure of owning the hard copy! It is light and pleasurable.
This book was unexpectedly endearing. Though some of the "lingo" was above my head (being an American reader of a later time), I was able to get the jist of it. I am not always a big fan of these particular subject matters, but Everett makes the characters sympathetic through their faults, touches on subjects which supply sincere depth and pathos, and seems to leave the overall impression that the heroes of the story, at least, did not so much *choose* this life as fell into it; and thus those of us, like me, who've lived safely all our lives and more or less inconsiderately cast stones are forced to reconsider our high horses.
One dislikes to be critical but I feel it must be said so that expectations are accurate that the writing itself is, in my possibly pointless opinion, not great. Descriptions change from sentence to sentence--which for all I know was entirely intentional, and may have been meant to illustrate Rhys' thought-processes; but if so I personally did not enjoy it. As a first novel, however, this can be allowed for, and as mentioned above the overall storyline/moral and excellent characterization make up for this, and I find myself sorry Everett's writing career was so limited.
The first book I've read that can be accurately called a catty gay picaresque. Not sure how many of those the world needs, to be honest, but I wanted something fluffy to balance the textbooks, and Rupert Everett's novel fit the bill.
Everett, you should know, is an excellent British actor who never quite received the fame and career he deserved -- probably because he is a proudly gay man, and that still scares (unenlightened) people. The book's protagonist, Rhys, known also as Dorhys, Dorita and Lady Beth Fraser, would be an excellent role for Everett, and I wouldn't be surprised to learn he had intended this story to become a screenplay rather than a novel. It reads like a movie, with snappy/bitchy conversation and fun throwbacks to classic Hollywood movies like Sunset Boulevard, Auntie Mame and The Sound of Music.
I enjoyed the book but have a few complaints:
1. It's too deliberately "cute". Rhys's multiple names, the bevy of nicknames Rhys has for everyone else, the pencil sketches, the chapter subtitles (which, like Winnie-the-Pooh, all start with "in which...") -- I am not opposed to any of these per se, but eventually I stopped paying attention to them, and that's the problem with stylistic flourishes/idiosyncrasies: Like Swiss Cake rolls, they're hard to stomach in multiples.
2. I am perplexed that in so many books, homosexuals are depicted as prostitutes and junkies. Hello Darling, ... doesn't annoy me in this way as badly as other books have, and that's probably due to Everett's obviously satirical tone and the incongruous but well-intentioned references to serious topics facing the "gay world" -- AIDS, gay marriage, etc. Yet the fact remains: Rhys and his friends are constantly drinking, smoking joints, snorting cocaine, popping valium and Ecstacy, and shooting heroin, and often at the same time. Addiction is a reality of certain quarters of the homosexual community -- not that there aren't plenty of nonhomosexuals who are addicts -- but why must fiction so often associate drugs and gay people?
3. The conclusion. I won't spoil it for you here, but WTF.
Anyway. I picked this book up because, like I said, I wanted a distraction from the heavier coursework. And yet as I read it I couldn't help but wonder how a professor would approach it. Do students already read this book in their queer theory courses? What does the book, with all its addiction and sexual irresponsibility, tell us about the world in which even aristocratic gay men must live? A hundred years from now, when the battle for gay equality has been won, will scholars look back at Rupert Everett as a once-marginalized "pillar" of gay fiction?
The book is a bit scatterbrained to be called a "critique", yet many critical elements are present. Whether or not that was Everett's intention, we may never know.
Fiction books written by actors and actresses always bemuse me. It’s like watching an elephant tap dance. The performance doesn’t have to be particularly good; you’re just amazed that it’s done at all. The young Rhys Waveral isn’t your average little boy. From the very beginning, he knew he wanted to be an actress. That’s right, ACTRESS. There were just a couple of things in the way...
From these embarrassing beginnings, we witness a character’s determination to seize life by the ba—um, horns. He drinks, takes drugs, sleeps around, runs up debt and all with frantic Falstaffian fervour. Whatever is done is done with almost crazed excess. It’s a fast-speed trip more like a hurtling train wreck than a rollercoaster ride. A vivid encapsulation of a bygone decade, “Hello Darling� says a lot more about its times than about its protagonist. But you can’t stop reading as you wonder, “How will he get himself out of this?�
"Divided into three acts like a stage play, "Hello Darling, Are You Working?" is liberally and wonderfully illustrated by Frances Crichton Stuart. The pictures are like the black-and-white, pen-and-ink drawings found in a children's storybook. Although Rhys [the main character] is supposed to be a gay man, there is very little in the book to suggest this, which is [one] reason I found [the book] of no significance to me as a reader or to gay literature in general. There are so much hijinks going on that the reader becomes exhausted and loses the thread of the story. The question arises: What is the point of it all?"
The above is an excerpt from a review I wrote in the Lambda Book Report (November/December 1992) and reprinted in my blog (October 15, 2012) under the title "An Escort in Tangiers."
This book follows Rhys Waveral, a. k. a. Dorhys, Dorita, Wavy, Rhyssie, Lancelot, and Keith--depending on what drugs his on, or what part he's playing--either in life or acting.
Rhys gets in trouble when the stock market crashes in 1987, thus leaving him with an exorbitant debt at the Hotel Leicester in Paris. Strip of all his assets, Rhys has only one thing to sell--himself.
Thus the farce is set that will transpire in Tangier, Morocco at the annual costume ball given to all the rich Brit ex pats.
The book should be read high on drugs--for I believe it was written that way and for that audience.
Funny at times, but crazy as all hell, it was a fun and easy read.
Delighful. One suspects some of these adventures are drawn from Rupert Everett's life. I've re-read this book countless times. It's the story of a young English boy who would rather play dress up than grow up, so he becomes an actor. A fortuitous meeting in a bathroom with his soon-to-be-future agent lands him a recurring role on an American sitcom, and it's off to the races. Along the way, he dabbles in: Homosex, hetrosex, drugs, marriage, costume parties, debt, jewels, drugs, face creams, and parties.
'Darling Are You Working' is Rupert Everett's entertaining novelization of his years working as a male hustler in England and America. The cast of characters is a bright melange of drag queens, speed freaks, and crusty cultural dons who act as foils.
Worth it if just for the chapter where the Everett character's military dad accidentally takes acid and makes out with a transvestite. Frothy, nonsense fun
This definitely felt like a book that was published because of the author's name, not because it was a good story. It was all over the place, with flashbacks and change of protagonist for bits and pieces, ludicrous characters that I couldn't keep apart for the life of me, persistent cases of forgetting the "show, don't tell" rule and a general feeling of "bad story, why am I still reading this".
Rupert Everett is a good actor, but he should stop publishing books.
Have you ever read a book in which you were sure it was getting ready to be very interesting? This is what it is like to read Hello Darling, Are you Working. I loved the little sketches and the tongue in cheek intros to each chapter but in the end I was left wanting.
Interesting read... the characters are sketched out beautifully, but I just didn't enjoy their story very much. But I definitely appreciated Everett's use of language. I will save this one to read again later and see if I appreciate the story when in a different frame of mind.
Quite funny semi-bio from renowned actor Rupert Everett. It tells the story of him as a young man, becoming a rent boy, a druggie, and his dream of becoming a great actress by the name of Lady Beth Fraser. Funny, but not Hugh Laurie-funny. Very 90's.
I liked Rupert Everett's book. I was surprised. This is like saddling right up next to the movie star and finding out what if feels like to be him and know what his life is like. The story was simple and not super original but I think he's a good writer. This is a quick fun summer read.
Good fun, especially the very first chapter which made me laugh so hard I forgave the rest of the book for being a little bit self-indulgent and precious.