When is a Sitcom not a Sitcom? When it's a Novel, says Griselda Heppel
Comedy, we’re told, is the hardest thing to write. Well it must be, because frankly there’s so darn little of it around nowadays. And while I await outrage from the Edinburgh Fringe and the innumerable standup comedians and their audiences up and down the country (all eager readers of this blog, obvs), I’ll try and explain what I mean. Dark comedy there is. Self-deprecating individuals telling their difficult life stories on stage, one wise-crack after another at their own expense (because no one can have a go at them if it's their lives, after all)… legion. Witty, cleverly written TV ‘sitcoms’ centring on a tortured heroine’s hapless attempts to negotiate some way of living… yup, those too, ever since Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s groundbreaking Fleabag . Which, I maintain wasn’t a sitcom, as the Guardian dubbed it , at all, nor even a comedy-drama , but a novel. A novel released in 12 instalments, perhaps the modern equivalent of how Dickens’s works first found their readership....