Country Girls: A Stage Play, Adapted from the Novel by the Author
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Edna O'Brien's wonderful, wild and moving novel shocked the nation on its publication in 1960. Adapted for the stage by the author, The Country Girls, the play, is a highly theatrical and free-flowing telling of this classic coming of age story.
poetry … I know my Yeats – backwards … Did Baba tell you what I do? I’m a confectioner … I sweeten life … ha ha ha … You don’t find that funny. Baba (to Kate) Laugh … Chrissake laugh. Reg She will when we get a few pints into her. The drinks are put down and they all drink rapidly. Harry There was an old man with a spit on his dick – Reg (cutting in) Later, Harry … later … The night is young. So what is it to be, girls? Fish or fowl … surf or turf … sea breeze or mountain air. Girls?
Baba your oils? Harry Good idea. They go off, with Baba lolling on Reg’s arm. Harry nuzzles closer to Kate on the chaise as she crosses her legs and sits aloof. At last. I understand you … I can see you’re artistic … You know, the thing about me, I’m artistic too … I make chairs, beautiful Hepplewhite chairs, out of matchboxes … let’s drink to that. Kate I’d like a cup of tea. Harry I’ll tell you a fairy tale first. Kate Do, do that. Harry Once upon a time there was a cock and a
Baba (lifting Kate’s hair both jealously and roughly) If you had lice in that hair you couldn’t stay … I can’t have crawlies all over my pillow … crawlies carry you off to the lake. We’ll have to douche you with paraffin oil. (Dangling a rope necklace and rings.) These will do for your keep. Kate They can’t … they’re Mama’s. Baba (mimicking) ‘They can’t … they’re Mama’s.’ Kate’s Father on the bottom step, drunk, vexed, his hat pulled back on his head. Father All quiet in the castle.
my Good Shepherd to protect me and he does. Kate Did he give you the vocation? Sister Mary No. My mother was sick … they gave her six months to live … she was riddled with cancer … they opened her and they closed her … we all prayed, we watched her get thinner and thinner and whiter and whiter and one day I was out in the field, driving cattle and I made this vow that if she got better I’d be a nun. Kate And she did? Sister Mary She did. Kate Oh, poor you. Sister Mary I am the bride
your skull when you fell on the marble. Kate I felt dizzy from the standing. One minute I was staring at the tabernacle and the next minute everything went woozy. Baba You could sue Immaculata. Kate She’ll have a down on me for ever. Baba lifts a bit of bandaging and looks at Kate’s temple. Baba A battlefield … You’ll have fits from now on … Leave me your twin set and your pleated skirt and that marcasite brooch of your mother’s. Did you and old Mary have a cuddle? By the way, I told