A TASTE OF HONEY directed by Tony Richardson (UK, 1961)
Shelagh Delaney’s unsentimental view of procreation puts the hearts and flowers romance of Valentine’s Day into proper perspective : “It’s chaotic – a bit of love, a bit of lust and there you are. We don’t ask for life, we have it thrust upon us”.
Lines like these help explain why A Taste of Honey retains its contemporary edge more than half a century after it was first performed.
London’s National Theatre are about to stage a new version to bring the play’s honest, down to earth characters to a new generation of theatre goers.
No prizes too for guessing why Delaney was such a formative influence on the young Steven Patrick Morrissey.
Labelling A Taste of Honey as a ‘kitchen sink realism’ might lead you expect a mundane and bleak drama. Nothing could be further from the truth. This is a play (and movie) that fizzes with energy and humourously challenges popular preconceptions about so-called ’ordinary’ working class lives in Northern Britain. Continue reading
What is up with Morrissey?
Recently he has cancelled more gigs than he’s played, is without a record contract and now comes news that his autobiography is not, after all, going to be published by Penguin.
Apparently, the book was due to hit the stores on September 16th, a fact that frankly I find hard to believe as there are no review copies and there has been relatively very little hype.
All we have to prove that some writing exists (part of 600 pages) is a story The Bleak Moor Lies which appeared in The Dark Monarch: Magic & Modernity In British Art edited by Michael Bracewell, Martin Clark and Alun Rowlands (Tate Publishing). Continue reading
OPEN DOOR by Iosi Havilio (translated by Beth Fowler – published by & Other Stories)
“I dream of toads, skirts, orgies and horses”.
The unnamed first person narrator of this story is a young woman who has disturbed dreams and finds comfort in the fleeting strangeness of her experiences.
She may or may not have witnessed the suicide of Aida, a woman she has just befriended and moved in with.
She is a woman given to “complicated introspection” and her constant state is one of uncertainty : “I don’t know what I want……I don’t know what to do” .
When someone asks where she is from she replies vaguely “from far away”.
She’s a real nowhere woman. Isn’t she a bit like you and me? Continue reading