

So far, so unfunny yet on he goes, brash and aggressive – “Why are you idiots laughing? That joke was about you!” He pretends to be confused about the venue and immediately injects crude humour, then selects a female sitting at a table and mocks her about the various cosmetic procedures she may have undertaken. Initially he is not all that likable: in his opening patter he insults the town. Israeli author David Grossman’s stark new work is daring and unsettling his comedian is a testing individual. Yet those who stay, for whatever reason, end up learning a great deal about what it means to be alive, to have been hurt and, above all, how difficult it is to remember, or rather to have to live with the relentless memory of it all. It is not easy either on the men and women gathered who came in search of gags and are instead presented with a harrowing exploration of a man’s life. Dovaleh G works hard for his money and delivers a performance that pushes him to his limits.

But after all the audience was expecting them and more when they paid to experience an evening of rigorous stand-up at a comedy club in a small Israeli town. It wants to know what the chicken had done. It begins conversing in polite, formal English. After a while he opens the door and the parrot is at last chastened. Finally the owner puts it in a freezer and waits.

He has threatened the bird but it continues to swear. When later questioned by the police, the bewildered mollusc can only offer, “It all happened so quickly.” Elsewhere, there is this man whose parrot is excessively foul-tongued and forces him to take desperate measures. A snail is attacked by a couple of tortoises.
