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Easy mistake to make though. Most people think it was a novel
John B was a big part of my childhood. He was a distant relative of mine and a young kid my grandfather used to take me down to Listowel (my grandfather lived not far from the Limerick/Kerry border) on Saturday nights during the winter holidays from school for the seanchai nights at John's pub.
The pub would have all the men standing around with pints, the women with glasses, and I was sitting there with my glass of milk getting my mind blown with tales of yesteryear and tales of myth and legend. There would be a roaring turf fire and depending on the night the seanchai could be Eddie Lenihan (who lived a good chunk of his life in your beloved Clare), Eamon Kelly or, if we were lucky, John B himself. Small bit of a Kerry theme with those names but then again Kerry is the spiritual home of the seanchai.
I don't hate people. I just feel better when they aren't around.
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness
Easy mistake to make though. Most people think it was a novel
John B was a big part of my childhood. He was a distant relative of mine and a young kid my grandfather used to take me down to Listowel (my grandfather lived not far from the Limerick/Kerry border) on Saturday nights during the winter holidays from school for the seanchai nights at John's pub.
The pub would have all the men standing around with pints, the women with glasses, and I was sitting there with my glass of milk getting my mind blown with tales of yesteryear and tales of myth and legend. There would be a roaring turf fire and depending on the night the seanchai could be Eddie Lenihan (who lived a good chunk of his life in your beloved Clare), Eamon Kelly or, if we were lucky, John B himself. Small bit of a Kerry theme with those names but then again Kerry is the spiritual home of the seanchai.
Eddie Lenihan came to my school many times - some story teller
The pic is from a film adaptation of a famous play that was written by the great late John B Keane.
For my money Keane was the greatest of the Irish writers although I would be biased on that front. Anyone that wants to check him out should start with The Contracters or the Bodhran Makers. Two wonderfully written books that still have a very modern feel running through them despite them being written decades agao.
Fans of Brian Friel might disagree with you. Translations was a great play for me!
In time, I think Kevin Barry will be the Irish writer to knock them all off their ****in perch. City of Bohane moved Irish writing on exponentially. I love JBK though. 3-1 to citeh ffs.
In time, I think Kevin Barry will be the Irish writer to knock them all off their ****in perch. City of Bohane moved Irish writing on exponentially. I love JBK though. 3-1 to citeh ffs.
I know Kevin and his sister funnily enough. I grew up in the same housing estate in Limerick.
City of Bohane was a good book, but not so sure it really moved Irish writing on. By modern Irish standards it was different and in some ways a breath of fresh air, but it in many ways was a transplanted Western or even a transplanted Southern to be more accurate as it had more than a few shades of American Southern gothic in the writing style be it the imaginative use of language, the ebb and flow of both tale and word choice creating an almost lilting effect that is reminiscent of one particular Limerick accent that would be very common near where Kevin grew up.
I also do not think that he followed up on that early promise in some of his later novels as I found them a mix, albeit well written, bag.
He, at times, reminds me of the American writer Robert Jackson Bennett (whose books I usually love). Both are very imaginative, both will play with language, both have a great ear for how their use of language will sound be it spoken aloud or played within the reader's mind, both world build with what feels an almost casual ease, and both have that ability to make the reader feel that their next book may well be great but then the next book comes alomg and you finish it thinking that maybe the next one will be that step to something great rather than "only" very good.
I don't hate people. I just feel better when they aren't around.
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness
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