When it comes to Australian drama and dramatist, it’s very hard to go past the name of David Williamson. He was an arguably still is the most important recent playwright. Whilst nowadays, he might be considered a little bit pase, and his works are more likely to be produced in revival, Williamson still resonates both in terms of what he says about Australian identity and culture, and perhaps more importantly, how he has represented with his works a truly Australian voice. The Club would have to be the most potent and most Australian of his plays, and even though it is 50 or so years since it was first performed Williamson’s words will still provoke, still entertain, and still give an audience or reader pause for thought. This is a fascinating and highly engaging text of a dramatic work that still is relevant.
The important thing about this piece is that it is dated, and yet it’s captures elements or aspects of the character types and themes that Williamson understood to be longer lived than the original context of his work. The Club might be considered to be a comedy that is focused purely on the parochial world of Australian Rules football. Those who play the game, those who run the game, and those who are invested in the game are the primary concern of the play. However, Williamson IsNot in truth, limited in this very precise, dramatic construct. As one reads the text of the play it becomes very obvious to the reader (and also to the audience when this piece is in performance), that Williamson is addressing larger concerns. This is a political play, this is a play about violence, this is a play about hope, and dreams, it is a play about loyalty and treachery, it is a play about idealism, it is a play about male chauvinism, it is a play about nostalgia. There is so much going on in The Club that it would be wrong to write it off as a curio from the Australian theatrical scene of the 1970s.
If there is one aspect of this play that makes certain of its longevity, it is its language. Williams had an excellent year for the Australian voice, especially that used by your archetypal sporting ‘blokes’. The vernacular is there in full panoply, and as an Australian that is comforting and enjoyable to see and hear our slang and our words brought to life. I will admit that this is a very male voice and one that is also coloured by the restriction of all the characters to white Anglo.perspectives. Neither of the characters nor their dialogue give one a diverse representation of a contemporary Australian voice. However, that’s not the point. Williamson is giving the reader, the audience, access to the type of language, and a style of speaking that is still present today, even if it might be hidden underneath a combination of new accents and new words, as well as the more prevalent use of obfuscation in our conversations. Scratch the surface of contemporary meetings of many Australian men today, in many social settings (but particularly in sporting ones) and you will hear echoes of what Williamson wrote. For example, these words from Laurie (the club coach in the play) could be heard today and no one would bat an eyelid:
“I haven’t had the players to come up with the goods, and the reason I haven’t had them is that all through these years, Jack kept thumping the table pointing to those photos, and shouting at the club, had never paid for its campaigns in the past, and it wasn’t going to start now. Alright. He won four premierships. With the players he had, I could’ve won 10. You can’t do this to me Gerry. I’ve worked my guts out for eight years, bringing rat shit teams up off the bottom of the table. If you give me half the names that have been mentioned here tonight, or when you were premiership.”
This might be a rant by a character in a play about Australian Rules from the early 1970s, but there is no way similar sentiments haven’t come out of the mouths of real people in Australia today.
One aspect of The Club that will be problematic to contemporary readers and audiences alike is the misogyny inherent to much of the dialogue. Williamson’s play script is filled with some fairly ugly terms regarding women, combining sexualisation and violence in such a way that will be confronting. The important thing to remember, is that the playwright is not looking for his reader audience to, accept what is characters say.
In fact, Williamson wants us to be disgusted, he wants us to revile these people, and what they say. The character of Jock, the old club stalwart, is particularly awful. A hypocrite, a bully and a mean spirited old twit he has been set up Williamson to be both hated and laughed at. It could be said that there are very few if any characters in the play who escape our antipathy. The aforementioned Laurie is far more acceptable than Jock, or the other back room personalities (Ted, the club President and Gerry, club administrator). Danny and Geoff, the team captain and Star recruit respectively are also less malignant. They are certainly less mealy mouthed, less offensive in their language and personalities than those who sit behind desks in the club’s boardroom.
The Club as a text does suffer a little from its relationship with the 1980 film that was adapted from its initial theatrical production. It’s hard not to hear the movie’s ‘voice’ whilst reading the script. Of course, this is a problem really that is only going to occur to those who have seen the film, and it’s not a big issue.
Well, it all is said and done. This is a classic of Australian dramatic literature. Williamson’s The Club is a seminal work of post-war theatre and the book of the play is a worthy study within that context. It must also said that this is a fairly short and entertaining read. One doesn’t need to be bogged down into grandiloquent language and obtuse dramatic themes when reading this book. It won’t appeal to everyone, however, for those who are interested in Williamson’s work, or would like to explore Australian dramatic literature, or maybe a perplexed, or curious about men and sport It won’t appeal to everyone, however, for those who are interested in Williamsons work, or would like to explore Australian dramatic literature, or maybe a perplexed or curious about men in sport The Club deserved a read.