Tuning in…
Tuning in…
Castaway
1 appearance
A writer who grew up in a small Irish village, became a journalist, then wrote the novel 'Light a Penny Candle', a family saga set in Dublin and London, followe
On the island
Eight records
The Brendan VoyageFavourite
The greatest bit of hope that any castaway could ever have.
I would have liked to run a pub in Chicago during Prohibition and sing this.
New Philharmonia Orchestra and Chorus
Rousing, mad, secular hymns, cheers me up.
The keepsakes
In conversation
Presenter asks
1:13Was it nothing less than a saint you wanted to be?
No, I'm afraid that I've always had a very ambitious attitude towards life and it wouldn't be just good enough for me to go to heaven like anybody else. I wanted to be at the top table. And I didn't want to be a martyr because that was what I'd often noticed that people who saw visions often became martyrs. So I didn't look up at trees in case I would see a vision. I looked down on the ground a lot. But I think a lot of this was my own idiocy and trying to interpret what I was taught about religion in a way that would glorify myself.
Presenter asks
3:24What about you on a desert island? Would you bring life and energy to it, or wither away in solitude?
I would find it quite hard to, I think, to live without friends and without family and without people I love. I'm not very good at managing things myself, except if I have a brochure. I believe that anybody could run anything. You could run any kind of a nuclear power station if you had a brochure telling you how to do it. But there wouldn't be a brochure on the desert island and I think I might find myself at a severe loss.
Presenter asks
14:19When you were twenty-two, you lost your faith. How did it happen?
It was almost as dramatic as that because I was in Israel working on a kibbutz for the summer holidays of teaching and I went to see Jerusalem and Jerusalem was not what I expected it would be and the fault was not Jerusalem's or God's. The fault was mine because I had thought that it would be a Renaissance table set for twelve, thirteen. I didn't think the room of the Last Supper would be an old cave on the side of a mountain. … And because I have always been a total ridiculous extremist, I … throw out the baby with the bathwater, I suddenly stopped believing in everything. And instead of those people who often are very glad that their faith is gone because then they feel liberated and free, I felt very lonely because all my idea of God was that he was Irish and He knew me personally and was waiting to make me a saint sooner or later.
The book
I would need something that would stop me talking about it and get me down to something else, I would definitely learn how to play bridge.
The luxury
to try and look back on my life and remember the good and the good and the better, and look at people and think maybe how I might have been better to them or I will be better when I get back.
Presenter asks
23:46Tell me about that day eight years ago when you sat down to write your first novel. Why then?
Well, I had two books of short stories published before … to say that they weren't successful would be wrong. They were successful, but nobody actually rushed out and looked for them. … A publisher said to me one day, 'You should really write a big novel, that's what people want from an unknown.' And so I didn't tell anybody about it, I just sat down and wrote it really. … Well it did because the first book I wrote was about Light a Penny Candle, about something I knew very much about, which was about one Irish girl and one English girl and I knew what it was like to be Irish in England and to be English in Ireland.
“I wanted to be at the top table.”
“I didn't look up at trees in case I would see a vision. I looked down on the ground a lot.”
“I suddenly realized I was not the centre of the world.”
“I will not ask God to take me out of this now. I haven't consulted him for 20 years.”
“I'm very, very fortunate. I've had fifty years, just fifty, of a very good life.”