Monthly Archives: August 2012

Comfortable?

Judith Goldberger writes:

Maeve Binchy’s Empty Seat  in Finnegan’s  Pub, Dalkey. The front page of today’s Irish Times. In fact for years she [Maeve Binchy] brought in her own seat due to her arthritis – the soft seats in Finnegan’s didn’t offer the support needed. Anyone who knew her, and who actually went into Finnegans pub, knew that.

 

Oh.

By Dominic Hyde

My favourite memories of Maeve Binchy? I don’t even know where to start.  Not having met her  But I think like many she was to me my mother, my sister my granny, my Great Aunt Ursula. If any of these four women were kindly multi-millionaires. Instead of blood sucking alcoholic wrecks. And so what if she sold books? That was her job. I think it was Tom Clancy who said (cont. pages 1,2,3,4,5, etc.)

 

He [Tom Murphy] is the artist most of us Irish writers look to for inspiration and example. Thus, it will be fascinating to see three of his plays directed by {Garry] Hynes at the Lincoln Center Festival, July 5 to 14. The plays deal with loss and emigration, and dramatize illusion and self-delusion. Hynes’s method as a director is forensic: she strips away, using her sharp sense of the abiding power of the theatrical image, cajoling actors toward the emotional and intellectual core of a play. In the past, Hynes and Murphy together have produced the very best of Irish theater. Re-united, they are likely to cause sparks to fly.

 

From Galway To Broadway (Colm Tóibín, Vanity Fair,)

Photographed for Vanity Fair by Donald Milne at Dunguaire Castle, Co Galway.

A bit of success and look what happens.

Like Heaney and Meatloaf back in the day.

And we all know what happened there.

Dude Looks Like A Poet: Backstage With Aerosmith And Paul Muldoon (New York Observer)

Paul Muldoon?

Thanks Larry