Jane Austen died on 7/18/1817.
Jane Austen
“Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.”-Jane Austen
Clifford Odets was born on 7/18/1906.
Clifford Odets, 1936
“Life shouldn’t be printed on dollar bills.”-Clifford Odets
Jerome Lawrence Quote
Playwright Jerome Lawrence on writing.
The determined-looking Henrik Ibsen, one of my favourite playwrights, was born on 20 March 1828.
Henrik Ibsen, circa 1870
QUOTE: “It is the very mark of the spirit of rebellion to crave for happiness in this life.”
SOME WORKS: Peer Gynt; A Doll’s House; Ghosts; The Wild Duck; The Lady from the Sea; Hedda Gabler.
A KEEPSAKE:
Henrik Ibsen quote mug by Marthe Pinaire. $12.00
Here’s part two, just for you and you and you. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
James Joyce quote leather bookmark by Mesa Dreams. $20.00
George Moore print by Edouard Manet at Hilo Books. $5.00
Enjoy these Irish writer-themed goodies in preparation for St. Patrick’s Day!
Samuel Beckett Tea Towel by Miss Fruitfly. $10.00
William Butler Yeats Canvas Tote Bag by Nice Day Designs. $6.71
Arthur Miller being interviewed by Charlie Rose.
F. Scott Fitzgerald reading from Othello.
My favourite writer, trapped in a bookmark, keeps watch over me as I work at the laptop in my studio.
“When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth.”-George Bernard Shaw
I’m easy to buy for; just ask my mother. She returned from Ireland a few days ago, laden with gifts. Lots and lots of bookish things for her daughter, and normal souvenirs for everyone else. My favourite:
Plays Unpleasant by (George) Bernard Shaw. The Penguin looks like he is performing on a balance beam created by the shadows of the easel. I notice weird things.
I love PENGUIN BOOKS editions. The little mascot is so kicky and adorable, and the design is clean, fresh, modern, and instantly recognizable. Iconic. My mom unearthed an original 1946 printing of Shaw’s Plays Unpleasant in some random bookstall in Ireland. I’m saving it for November and clear, cold nights. Steaming cups of chili and cinnamon laced hot chocolate. Fuzzy knee-high socks. Quilts and clear heads. Darkness. The stage is set, in my head; the actors are rehearsing, the director is taking notes. Opening night is creeping up: Widowers’ Houses, The Philanderer, Mrs. Warren’s Profession. Bliss is waiting in the wings.
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