‘There was one night,” says Sarah Silverman, describing a recent standup gig, “when I hid notes for myself all over the stage. I’m a stoner: I don’t want to have to remember what happens next. And I was in a pretty heavy part of the show, looking down at my notes. It was taking a few seconds, so I said sorry to the audience – and they all started applauding! Because they thought I was overcome with emotion and apologising for it.”
She might well have been. The special in question, Postmortem, is about the death of her father and stepmother. But it’s not that kind of show. “Probably I should’ve just gone with it,” says Silverman, recalling the moment with a shudder. “But I was like, ‘Oh no, no! I’m not crying!”
A lot has changed for Silverman since her 00s wonder years, when this butter-wouldn’t-melt controversialist became the world’s most essential standup. You’d never have expected that Sarah Silverman (her real self hidden behind all the rape, race and religion gags) to wear her grieving heart on her sleeve. Thoughtful, goofy and cheerfully unguarded as she speaks via transatlantic Zoom, the 54-year-old celebrates the turnaround, saying: “I am so glad that I am not on-brand from 20 years ago!” And yet – she’s still very much not crying. This may be the most personal show Silverman has ever made, but perhaps the best way to describe it is as a synthesis of the comic she was and the comic she’s becoming. Or, as she describes the show, it’s “relatable but with cum jokes”.
Postmortem is now Britain-bound and is Silverman’s contribution, more or less accidental, to a genre familiar to UK comedy audiences: the oft-derided “dead dad” show. “My parents were dying,” she recalls. “I was living in their apartment and taking care of them. So when I went back to standup, the first material I tried out was stolen from my eulogy at my dad’s funeral. I thought, ‘There’s funny stuff in here!’”
She’s right: the show is an outrageous, tender and incorrect love letter to her stepmother and her beloved dad Donald, AKA Schleppy, who died within a fortnight of each other two years ago. It’s about the last months of their lives, their dying moments, and the gallows gags that bubbled up over that period, uninvited but irresistible. It’s got sex jokes, Hitler jokes and wisecracks about monetising your parents’ demise.
Touring it across the US has been “a nice way of keeping them alive”, says Silverman, although, after London, “it’ll be time to put it to bed”. Other “dead dad” shows – David Baddiel’s leaps to mind – raised questions about ethics: do comics have the right to parade their family’s most intimate moments across the stage? Silverman breezily dismisses that concern. “Dad and Janice would’ve loved it. If he’d been alive, my dad would’ve been head-to-toe in the merch. He used to be like, ‘Somehow it came up in conversation that you were my daughter.’ And I’m like, ‘Maybe it was the T-shirt, the sweatshirt, the hat you’re wearing, from all the shows I’ve been on – maybe that was a bit of a tipoff?’”
This is the dad, by the way, who taught Sarah to swear aged three – an experience she blames for her lifelong addiction to “this feeling of extreme approval from adults, despite themselves, [which] made my arms itch with glee”. That was the impulse behind the gags that defined her prime (“I want to get an abortion, but my boyfriend and I are having trouble conceiving”) and the controversies that followed, as when, in 2005 documentary The Aristocrats, Silverman – joking but deadpan – accused US talk-show host Joe Franklin of raping her.
But, as Postmortem reveals, she’s not that comedian any more, or not only that comedian. This is partly, she says, because her persona back then was consciously “ignorant-arrogant” – and that’s “less charming in the days when our president is that”. She has publicly disavowed some jokes she cracked back then, particularly one sketch on The Sarah Silverman Program that she performed in blackface. “Some comics are like, ‘Never apologise.’ My rule is, ‘Always apologise when you’re sorry and never apologise when you’re not.’ It’s so simple – I felt sorry.” But she doesn’t see those apologies as shaming: she sees them as growth.
“I like being a part of the world around me, learning new stuff and being changed by it. Comics who are still doing that thing or voice or personality they had when they got famous, that’s such a bummer. To be the same person creatively as you were 20 years ago doesn’t feel like success to me.” To cite one example of change, if not growth, she’s currently playing a lot of Call of Duty. And then there are her food choices. “I never liked beets,” she says. “I couldn’t even put them in my mouth. But I enjoy them now. Sometimes it’s like, ‘What the fuck – I like beets now? I’m that guy?’ But we grow, we change.”
Silverman learned that lesson back in her imperial period, when she had to go back to square one and write new material after her 2005 special Jesus Is Magic conquered the comedy world. “I was scared. I didn’t want to have to bomb on stage again. I had a real identity crisis.” She credits Chris Rock with showing her the way. “He starts over. He’s brave enough to go to the Comedy Cellar, where everyone is going to go bananas when he walks in, and fully disappoint them, because he’s trying out new shit. ‘Is this funny? What’s this?’ That was inspiring.”
It’s risky though. “You lose people. But hopefully you gain people, and some people grow along with you. Some people are like” – she puts on a jock voice – “‘Remember when she was funny?!’ But that shit’s none of my business. All I have is this one life and navigating as I see fit.” If that means surrendering centre-stage to some younger acts, well, there are consolations. Not least that many of them – an extraordinary generation of female American standups, Cat Cohen and Kate Berlant among them – are clearly influenced by peak-era, “ignorant-arrogant”, is-she-for-real? Silverman.
“I’ve seen legendary comics feel so frustrated,” says Silverman, “by seeing the next generation take their influence and go further. I saw how it ate at them – and that’s no way to live. You should be thrilled that you touched people. The best and most influential things do not hold up 25 years later. Nor should they. Everyone thinks too much about what people are going to think about them when they’re dead. Like, who fucking cares? You shouldn’t even be thinking about what people think of you when you’re alive. It takes so much time and space out of your happiness.”
With Postmortem nearing its final bow, Silverman’s happiness will now depend on finding something else to do with her time. “I love odd jobs,” she says – such as acting work, and presenting her popular podcast, in which she plays confidante and agony aunt to the public’s questions and concerns. There’s the class-action lawsuit she is pursuing against Meta, for allegedly training its AI model on copyrighted books, her own included. And thoughts are turning to what her next standup show might address. “I had to go on stage and figure out some new material the other night,” she says, “and it was all about Call of Duty. It didn’t go well. I don’t have a big Call of Duty fanbase.”
Might the state of the American nation figure? “I’d need an angle on it that’s funny,” she says. “And right now, it’s all so disturbing.” She recently attended the prestigious Mark Twain prize being awarded to comic Conan O’Brien, an event that was staged at the beleaguered Kennedy Center, now colonised by the Maga mob. David Letterman called this “a comedic act of resistance” to Trump. “It was really special,” says Silverman. It made her think “maybe we can do something”.
More immediately, London beckons – and it’s not always been a happy hunting ground for the comic. At her 2008 Hammersmith Apollo performance, the then 37-year-old was booed when she left the stage after only 45 minutes (or 50, as she still insists). “I didn’t know they expected, like, two-hour shows in England,” she says now, gamely reliving the experience for this interview. “I’m not well travelled. I was so depressed. It made me just go, like, ‘Fuck England!’ But I’m over it. I get excited to come back now.”
With, I assume, three-and-a-half hours of material prepared, just in case? “It’s still just an hour,” she says. “Maybe a little over.” Committed to change Silverman may be, but on her terms and no one else’s.