Here are some excerpts from my reading of excerpts out of my new Novel, The Buzzer as presented at The Irish Writer’s Centre on 10 May, 2016. Many thanks to Amy, Bernie and Valerie at the centre and my dear friend, Fionan Nadim who filmed the proceedings.
Without a doubt, my participation with Jonathan and Geraldine in The Everyman Company 40-odd years ago now was absolutely critical to my entire future. Jonathan’s ethos lay in his ability to transform text into powerful visual moments and in his shameless lack of condescension in fashioning a people’s theater whose like hadn’t been seen in the USA.
In all respects my subsequent work in the theater was completely the result of my continuing to work out the lessons learned in those hyper-active days.
So, I’ve decided to launch a Facebook community for The Everyman Company which I hope will draw out some of the alumni. A bit of an oral history would be great to start collecting.
Happy Bastille Day!!! It was no accident that Bill and I chose Bastille Day, 33 years ago, to arrive in Ireland. I knew only two other people in Ireland at that time, the charming and very helpful Jakki Moore, whom I had only met casually a few months before in New York City. (I’m sure she was a very grown-up looking 14 year old at the time) and author and fellow New York native, Douglas Kennedy, whom I had met at a New Year’s Eve party some 19 months or so before. We hoped in traveling on Bastille Day that our journey into the unknown would be graced with all the blessings a new beginning requires. We were not to be disappointed.
Enda Kenny loves Irish Artists. He loves them so much he wants them to follow in the footsteps of earlier greats like Joyce and Beckett, Francis Bacon, Sara Allgood, Barry Fitzgerald and many, many more. Noted Fine Gael non-entity, “Heathers” Humphreys, who once played a piano and sat on a local committee to clean up a canal will usher in a renaissance of budget cuts and condescension just like the good old days! As one proud Fine Gael colleague said, “It’s the same successful strategy we used in Limerick applied Nationwide” Why stop at exporting art when Ireland can export the artists themselves?
As his death followed my own dad’s by a mere two weeks, my friend Kate and I have spent quite a bit of time commiserating these last few months. Having said that, my dad left nothing behind like her dad did to be sorted, arranged and mollified. Whereas my dad was loved by the many who knew him, Peter had that rare distinction of being loved by millions (no, tens of millions) who never met him, yet whose lives had been profoundly impacted by his artistry, his wit, his style and his unique genius for fusing all three into an imperishable legacy.
The stamp is cool, alright, though they could have done a whole series from the vast array of his amazing performances.
That’s Kate, btw, holding an enlarged facsimile. (Oh, God, what if that is the actual size?? What sort of package could it possibly be used for? )
At any rate, it is (as it had to be ) FIRST CLASS!
I offer a toast to all my friends gathered in London today. Yes, that is champagne: a 7am toast! (Champagne is wickedly refreshing at that hour. Must make a note of that)
Congrats to an old chum. Pauline McLynn. In my dreams I keep seeing you playing Mary Tyrone in Long Day’s Journey – but, for the moment, this has to be one of the best gigs going. You’ll make a meal of it. (I’m already a fan!)