…is what John Updike’s review in the New Yorker of Flann O’Brien’s Complete Novels should be called. Read it here.
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Chris O'Dowd
February 19, 2008 at 2:16 pm
I’m actually dramatising O’Brien’s life and writings for the stage. There’ll be lots of shouting and bicycles. Ideas for a title are welcome. The frontfunners at the time of going to press are At Sonic Two Booms, and Myles Away from Humour.
Begob, now that’d be a show.
karl.whitney
February 20, 2008 at 1:16 pm
How about a combination title and admission fee?
‘At Swim – Two Euroes’
Moneyball by Michael Lewis
Chris O'Dowd
February 19, 2008 at 2:16 pm
I’m actually dramatising O’Brien’s life and writings for the stage. There’ll be lots of shouting and bicycles. Ideas for a title are welcome. The frontfunners at the time of going to press are At Sonic Two Booms, and Myles Away from Humour.
Begob, now that’d be a show.
karl.whitney
February 20, 2008 at 1:16 pm
How about a combination title and admission fee?
‘At Swim – Two Euroes’