Titlebook: Brendan Behan; Interviews and Recol E. H. Mikhail Book 1982 Palgrave Macmillan, a division of Macmillan Publishers Limited 1982 Britain.col

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,Brendan Behan’s Sober Side,ocky, rumpled, wild-haired, thirty-seven-year-old Dublin playwright named Brendan Behan. Though Mr Behan has been represented in this country only by a not very successful off-Broadway production of . and by his autobiography, ., he is already as much of a public pet here as he is in Europe.

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,‘There’s No Place on Earth Like the World!’,London, the play appeared first at the Theatre Royal, Stratford (October 1958), the off-Broadway of London’s East End, moving later to the West End’s Wyndham’s Theatre, where it ran successfully for over a year. I had read the published version, and to my delight found it a revelation and a revoluti

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Behan Back on Booze Binge, Theatre, where his play . is running. He was beautifully biffed and the audience loved it. The stage manager didn’t. Repeating a performance which knocked them dead in London in July 1959, Behan invaded the Cort and took the play away from the actors.

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Meeting Brendan Behan in New York, Cathal Goulding. and he mentioned that you were here and I would like to know if you would like to go to the races with me.’ And I said, ‘Sure’. So we met that day and we went to Aqueduct Racetrack. and we spent the day together and had dinner together that evening with the party. We went to Jim Do

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Christmas at Luggala,e he had been at his best and was still in high spirits when everyone else had gone to bed. He had a habit of wandering through the maze of winding corridors, singing ‘Adeste Fideles’ to the tune of ‘The Coolin’. He was in the middle of his song when he tumbled head over heels down a flight of narro

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,Brendan Behan’s Quare World, by the Irish Republican Army to blow up the battleship . Caught in a Liverpool lodging house while he was attempting to dispose of his explosives, Brendan was convicted of treason. He delivered a fine fighting speech from the dock, but he failed to get himself hanged. On that day, Ireland lost a gr

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Meeting Brendan Behan in New York, a very warm and pleasant thing to walk around New York with him at that time. He made it feel like a small town. This was perhaps one kind of greatness that his humanity came out. He knew the cops in the street; he knew their names, they knew him. The doorman, the waiters, everybody knew Brendan an