The Poor Mouth


JOYCE MCMILLAN on THE POOR MOUTH at the Traverse Theatre, Edinburgh, for The Scotsman 31.5.13.

4 stars ****

TO PUT ON A POOR MOUTH is to adopt a mood of self-pity; to recount one’s sufferings with relish, in the hope of inviting sympathy. And there can never have been a more lethally comic and and yet fudamentally tragic account of the role of suffering in shaping a collective national consciousness than the one achieved by the great Irish surrealist Flann O’Brien (aka Myles Na Gopaleen) in this third in his trilogy of absurdist novels, now transformed into a powerful 90 minutes of narrative theatre by Blue Raincoat of Sligo, who have already brought their brilliant versions of the two earlier novels to Scotland.

Set in a mythical west-of-Ireland village called Corcadoragha, The Poor Mouth tells the story of its first-person narrator, one Bonaparte O’Coonassa, born into a typical rain-drenched and poverty-stricken Corcadoragha household. At first – as our hero makes his way through childhood and adolescence – the story seems like a satire both on the desperate poverty of the Irish-speaking people of rural Ireland, and on their obsessive attempts to turn their threatened language into a political movement. And in Sandra O’Malley’s fine and rich-voiced central performance as the hero, the comedy comes across with superb force, dancing in every twist and turn of O’Brien’s wise and stately language, which jars so brilliantly against the sheer squalor of the lives described.

Later, though, tragedy sets in with a vengeance; and by the end of the show, Jamie Vartan’s heath-coloured wooden slope of a set, dotted with tiny white cottages, seems almost like an elegy for a culture on the edge of extinction. Joe Hunt’s music and soundscape are equally powerful; and director Niall Henry and his five-strong company achieve a beautifully-shaped piece of thetrical storytelling, all the more moving for its tireless wit, and its sharp critical distance from the fading world it satirises, and describes.



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