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...booby hatches for the arrival from London of The Hostage, not so much because of the nature of the play (a young British soldier is held captive in a Dublin brothel) but because of the playwright, who promises his presence. At a London performance of his show, Author Brendan Behan terrorized the English audience with extempore outbursts, matched booze for boos, refused to heed the actors when they faced him across the footlights and thundered: ''Shut up" (Sept. 20). An adaptation of Novelist John Hersey's The Wall (about Nazi extermination of Polish Jews) stars George...
...Brendan Behan Sings Irish Folk Songs and Ballads (Spoken Arts). "Sings" is the nonoperative word here; Irish Playwright Behan growls, gurgles and lurches in and out of key like a drunk on a swaying bus ("I usually talk nicer," he concedes, "when I have me teeth"). Nevertheless, he performs with engaging gusto and humor, and with considerably more conviction than most of his folk-styled competition. The numbers include On the 18th Day of November, The Captains and the Kings, I Am a Happy English Lad, rendered in a wildly improbable parody of an Oxford accent. Some of Behan...
Ireland's tosspot Playwright-Autobiog-rapher Brendan Behan, a portly 36, tippy-toed back into London, whose citizens he treated last July to the spectacle of one of the most monumental binges of modern times. Proudly proclaimed Wife Beatrice, who did not accompany Behan on his summer pub safari: "He's been off the gargle for a week or two. He's been very good." In a Piccadilly bar, Behan hoisted just one wee nip and bellowed: "To success!" Clinking glasses with him, Beatrice responded: "Success to abstinence!" Then Behan lumbered off to the theater to catch...
Ireland's tosspot Playwright Brendan (The Quare Fellow) Behan, 36, bedded in a Dublin hospital after tying on a monumental jag in London (TIME, July 20), scrawled a "confession" for a Dublin Sunday newspaper. "I'm neither dead, dying, drunk nor dotty," wrote he. ". . . It is true, however, that I am an alcoholic." Why does he tipple? "First, because I like the stuff. Secondly, because I like company, and thirdly, because a pint of orange or lemon juice is twice the price of a pint of stout...
Borstal Boy, by Brendan Behan. The old-reform-school tie flashily worn by an unreformed and gifted Irish writer...