Word: fellowe
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...bedeviled elf, the late Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas. But unlike Thomas, who wanted both porter and her daughter, Playwright Behan has stuck to the porter; and while it goes to his head with staggering frequency, nothing else has. His complete curtain speech in London, after he had watched Quare Fellow's opening in the company of two playgoers from Scotland Yard, was a classic: "I've been under guard here. I need a drink badly. Please forgive me." Two years ago, invited to appear on a BBC-TV interview, he went on camera paralyzed to the point...
...wife of trying to drive him insane, and eventually winds up in a mental institution. To this curdled tale Composer Engel fitted a score shot through with warm lyrical flights that died suddenly in derisively dissonant evocations of the chaos in the soldier's mind. Engel's fellow Jacksonians responded enthusiastically, and the mayor expressed the city's official gratitude by proclaiming the days of the performances to be "Lehman Engel Days...
...Quare Fellow is Irish prison slang for a condemned man. Around the imminent hanging of such a man, who himself never appears on stage, Irish Playwright Brendan Behan, sometime I.R.A. man and jailbird (see SHOW BUSINESS), has set down a clearly on-the-spot account. As in that memoir of another Irish Prisoner-Playwright, The Ballad of Reading Gaol, The Quare Fellow records the atmosphere, the emotions, the tensions of convicts and gaolers as execution nears. But, in Behan's play, as atmospheric pressure mounts, the need for outlets intensifies. Voices are raised, and fists; a half-brutal, half...
With an expressive off-Broadway arena-staging by José Quintero, The Quare Fellow is sprawlingly uncertain in design and graphically unflinching in detail. As an in-the-dock record, with capital punishment on trial, it avoids being strident but is only fitfully trenchant. Where it comes off well is as a tragedy of manners-of convicts outraged that a condemned man has not saved his cigarette butts, betting their Sunday bacon on whether the quare fellow will hang, greedily rushing the guard carrying the quare fellow's last dinner, fighting in the quare fellow's grave over...
...fellow rolled down his window...