Word: dublin
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Propelled by his special-formula liquid fuel-brandy with a champagne chaser-Irish Author Brendan (The Hostage) Behan blasted clean out of the Celtic atmosphere, confided to Dublin drinking partners that he would like to live in the U.S. "It's a very free place to write in," he explained, "and there's the advantage that no one knows what you're writing about anyway...
...John Millington Synge dawdling in the cafes of Paris and packed him off to the Aran Islands, conceivably the most significant trip in modern dramatic literature, for out of it came Riders to the Sea and The Playboy of the Western World. Again, if Yeats had not spoon-fed Dublin's infant Abbey Theater with the heady ethnic pabulum of Cathleen ni Houlihan, there would have been neither stage nor actors for the memorable tragi-comedies of Sean O'Casey. And above all, there was the matchless mature poetry of Yeats himself, not popular balladry...
...John Butler Yeats, London-born Jack Yeats was more Irish at heart than either his father or brother. "We did not come with Elizabeth," he said, "or with Cromwell, or with Dutch William. We were here." He was a courtly, gentle man who daily fed the pigeons outside his Dublin house and often cut out puppets for children. "He always had a new joke to tell," says Irish Artist Norah McGuiness, "and never made a commonplace remark. He lived in a different world, and I wish I could have entered...
...oppressed Cork slum. Young Michael was heir to every misery that could afflict a boy: bad teeth, bad eyes, failure and constant canings at school, disgrace in his first wretched jobs, and the horror of a miserly, sententious and drunken father. James Joyce's squalid boyhood in Dublin was a princely origin compared with the Tartarean depths of little Mick O'Donovan's life in Cork. Yet by some miracle-or rather two of them -the grown man manages to present not a foul autopsy on his dead life but a gay ballad at his own wake...
...nostalgic enemy soldiers, alone or in force, all pining to embrace their mothers and discover if the cow had calved." Eventually, the author himself began to long for home and Mother; aided by his native humor, he let go the "Shelleyan fantasy" of the Cork rebellion and settled in Dublin, with Mother, to try his hand at writing...