One of the characters in Brendan
Behan’s play opines that the IRA belong to the past. Half a century on
from its composition, it is to be hoped that that remark is true, and
that a collapse of power-sharing government in Northern Ireland does
not resurrect the ’Ra. That’s not the only (at least potentially)
prophetic element in the play: the Republican veteran called Monsewer,
who wears a saffron kilt but speaks with an English public-school
drawl, is a pre-echo of the actual first chief of staff of the
Provisional IRA a decade later, Seán Mac Stíofáin
(né John Stephenson in Leytonstone, London E10).
Above all, what the play catches is the dynamic co-existence of humour
and seriousness, self-parody and sincere fervour, in Irish political
matters – a note also sounded by
Chronicles
Of Long Kesh, Martin Lynch’s prison-camp drama which arrives at
the Tricycle next month. In the case of
The Hostage, this multi-valency
extends to the very authorship of the play: Joan Littlewood, who
directed the original English production and whose Stratford East
company devised the final act themselves when a drunken Behan missed
his deadline, is as much the begetter of this version as he was, and
the opening night audience at Southwark included actor Murray Melvin,
who in 1960 had taken the title role of the English squaddie kidnapped
and threatened with death in reprisal for the judicial execution in
Belfast of an IRA volunteer. The house in which he is held, however, is
inhabited by a mixture of republican veterans, whores of both sexes and
hypocritical prudes, all of them likely to burst into song at the drop
of a bottle of stout. Indeed, at one point a performer takes their
vocal note from the sound made by blowing across the neck of a bottle.
Director Adam Penford does a pretty good job of summoning up an
illusion of informal, exuberant mish-mash, although the evening could
probably do with a little less order still. Not a note of fake
Irishness sounded in this pedant’s ears, and somehow even the rumbling
overhead of the trains entering and leaving London Bridge station adds
to the atmosphere. Following January’s production of
The Rivals, Southwark is setting
itself a high standard for 2010.
Written for the Financial
Times.