Saturday 21 April 2018

Sir - I drove over the Caha mountain range between Cork and Kerry in a clapped-out old Opel Astra to attend the wake of John B Keane, and stood for an hour in a queue among the great and the good, as many saw themselves, in order to pay homage to the greatness of the writer.

Sir - I drove over the Caha mountain range between Cork and Kerry in a clapped-out old Opel Astra to attend the wake of John B Keane, and stood for an hour in a queue among the great and the good, as many saw themselves, in order to pay homage to the greatness of the writer.

I touched his now stilled

fingers as he lay in his open coffin. I wrote about this at the time. However, it does not alter the fact that in today's theatre The Field is not deserving of endless reproductions by Johnny-come-lately actors and producers who see it as a sure thing when getting the face out there.

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