Asunder

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Scenes from an Irish boyhood. Not so much Voyage round my Father as Travels with my Dad... A man looks back at his formative years, early adolescence... Snatches from the past... fragments from a world long forgotten... A kind of mosaic rather than a formal memoir... Centred around not one but two moments of poignant sundering...

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Words: 5,570
Language: English
ISBN: 9781458107183
About Sean Walsh

I've worked and lived in communications all my life: journalist, subeditor, editor, actor, director, producer - here in Ireland and abroad.

I fell in love with Hiberno-English a long time ago - English as it is spoken and written in my country - and have been in love with it ever since.

I love the challenge of pen and blank paper: creating characters, storylines, drama.

I love the wind and the sea and the mountains, fresh air and green grass and the sun on my back (I play a mean game of golf) - all of which I have around me...

Not to mention the warm humour that wells up from a big heart.

If I may share with you some of the gems that have influenced me down the years; I've tried to abide by them but didn't always succeed!

"You make your way by taking it...

"It does not just happen, you have to make it happen...

"Sometimes in stooping down to pick up two pennies one can lose a fortune..."

Interests

Friendship - when it is not possessive, controlling...

Quiet. Silence - a positive value completely overlooked by many today...

Reading - carefully judged. If I'm not hooked by the first sequence - the first paragraph - I won't read any further...

Trying, day in day out, not to spill any more milk... and to stop crying over milk already spilt.

Not suffering fools gladly...

Analysing Casablanca, frame for frame, line by line...

(TBC...)

Publications
My scripts have been broadcast on RTE, Radio One, BBC 4 and, in translation, on European networks; televised on RTE One, BBC One and Channel 4; staged at the Peacock by the Abbey National Theatre, at the Project, the Eblana, the Liverpool Playhouse and on the London Fringe…

Credits include The Night of the Rouser. Earwig. The Dreamers. Fugitive. Veil. Penny for Your Travels. Far Side of the Moon. Three for Calvary. Jenny One, Two, Three… The Circus. Centre Circle. Where Do We Go from Here, My Lovely? At The Praetorium. Conclave. Assault on a Citadel.

Has conducted many workshops on Creative/Script Writing in Dublin and at various centres around Ireland.

Favourite authors
A D Sertillanges. John Henry Newman. Waugh. Greene. Hemingway. Hans Kung.

Likes
Good conversation. The company of my fellow searchers... Con pane... meaning, with bread... hence company...

Dislikes
Arrogant, self-opinionated prigs... Controlling, bullying clerics...

Favourite Quote
"I passionately hate the idea of being with it. I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time." (Orson Welles (1915 - 1985))

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Reviews

Review by: Kevin Healy on May 25, 2011 :
Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly. Having read this story I felt somewhat like the poor, witless fly. I had been sucked into a maelstrom of memories which evoked my own childhood and probably that of most men, be they from Louth or Lesotho.

The author makes very good use of setting. Father, son and dog out for a winter walk “the countryside still frosted, crunching underfoot”. Constant chatter from the son tells us a lot about the father – son relationship. He also gets inside the mind and the priorities of a young boy and that is no mean feat. Bravo.

We begin to realise that these are memories of a man looking back on a happy childhood and his pubescent journey through teenage years where the story ends, perhaps prematurely, in the inevitable sundering between all fathers and sons.
A well told story. Nice turn of phrase - “the pier …a finger-and-thumb extension of the Cooley mountains, reaching into the Irish Sea..” and plenty more.
We are left with smiles, tears, nostalgia and the painful knowledge that sons, of whatever age, will never see the world through the eyes of the fathers.
(reviewed the day of purchase)

Review by: Martin Hogan on May 22, 2011 :
This book gives a wonderful insight into one man's life journey with all its light and shade. The literary form of the text invites the reader into the mind and experience of the author. The author manages to create a series of vivid scenes without describing them too explicitly. This reserve in presentation means that the reading has to engage with the text actively, using his or her imagination rather than simply passively absorbing the text. The effort which the text asks of the reader is very worthwhile. The end result is that the reader has a sense of having really entered into the experiences that the author mediates through his writing. These are personal experiences but they will find an echo in every reader's life experience because the author is dealing with deep movements of the human heart. I would warmly recommend this book to all. It is worth a slow, meditative and repeated read.
(reviewed the day of purchase)

Review by: mar keane on April 28, 2011 :
lovely book, lovely memories for me of my mother singing Mersey dotes and dosey dotes and little lambs eat ivy –
Kids eat ivy, too – wouldn’t you?..’ ....and of 2 Sandy's in the Ward household.
(review of free book)

Review by: Joanna O'Byrne on April 28, 2011 :
A lovely read, some lovely memories of a boy and his dad. Sad memories too.
(review of free book)

Review by: Gemma Cadwell on April 26, 2011 : (no rating)
Really enjoyed it! Lots of smiles and a few tears.
(review of free book)

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