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...Actors Michael Caine and Terence Stamp, Playwrights Arnold Wesker and Harold Pinter, Television Magnate Lew Grade, Textilemen Joe Hyman and Nikki Seekers. Others breeze in from the coal-mining North Country. There are bluff Yorkshiremen like the P.M. or Actor Peter O'Toole, Albert Finney from Manchester, Playwright Shelagh Delaney, who wrote A Taste of Honey in Salford at the age of 18, and Rita Tushingham, 24, a onetime Liverpool typist who played the lead in the 1961 movie. And, of course, Liverpool also produced the four ingenuous teen-agers whose Mersey beat has circled the world, earned them...
...went home and wrote my first play in six weeks." The thunder of Osborne summoned not only Wesker (Roots, Chips with Everything) but a whole cloudburst of writers turned playwrights. Among them: Pinter (The Caretaker), Arden (Live Like Pigs), Ann Jellicoe (The Knack), Brendan. Behan (The Hostage) and Shelagh Delaney (A Taste of Honey). These new dramatists led their audiences out of the drawing room and into the kitchen for a close, painful view of the cynical, life-hungry, postwar generation...
Birth Revealed. To Shelagh Delaney, 25, Lancashire bus driver's daughter whose angry young drama A Taste of Honey (written when she was 18) described the coming of age of a Manchester slum waif with the birth of her illegitimate baby: a daughter; in London, on March 4. The name of the father and her own marital status, said the playwright, "are things I am not prepared to discuss at the moment...
...This Girl is a Liar." Great dollops of sensitivity and rebellion may be expected in reminiscences of childhood, and poor little Shelagh Delaney is no exception, though the tough, sullen delinquent pose she adopted to protect her secret soul is fairly new in this genre. She is adept at putting the false comic nose on the face of authority, and all get a good laugh from the schoolmaster who told her she was "a long streak of nothing," from Mum, and from the dear silly nuns who had her in charge for a while. We learn without astonishment that they...
This is the most honest thing in an autobiography that breaks the rules by offering no one quite credible except the subject. But the last we see of Shelagh, in "gintears" and alone among the eyeless houses of a condemned slum, is vivid enough...