One of the many delightful things about the world of John le Carré’s fiction is that his superspies often resemble the nattering members of some great English department. Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, for example, is mainly about a tubby and washed-up former spy who learns a great deal about the secret service by reading old files in the Hotel Islay. In the ‘60s and ‘70s, this approach was a conscious reaction to the fictional offerings of Ian Fleming; John le Carré wouldn’t be caught dead in a trick tuxedo, and neither would George Smiley.
Posts Tagged ‘ciaran hinds’
Since J. M. Synge's 1903 play The Shadow of the Glen portrayed a corpse awakening onstage to find his "widow" cavorting with a homeless tramp, Irish dramatists have favored narratives that juxtapose the hilarious and the macabre. Conor McPherson, a Dublin-based playwright, screenwriter, and director whose film The Eclipse opens [...]