After Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s TV series Fleabag landed no fewer than four Emmy awards this week, its writer and star said how much it meant to her that a “dirty, pervy, angry, messed-up woman can make it to the Emmys”.
It was a great throwaway line: unsparing, wry and unsettling. Just like her dramatic creations.
At this moment of multiple triumph came a whiff of something not usually heard among the self-righteous banalities of Tinseltown.
Self-loathing, perhaps? Certainly profound self-doubt. She told one interviewer that the fact that so many people connected with her work made her feel “I’m not crazy”.
It’s the darker elements of human nature, the creation of characters living on the edge of a personal volcano, that give her work its fascinating…
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