I followed you lovingly through the Easter Rebellion, followed you to New York, watched as you lost your leg, sold bootleg hootch, waded through the world of jazz. When I heard that John Ford was going to make a movie of your life, I was thrilled. But then Ford went and whitewashed it all. The Morrises of Spiddal, they strike again, with their blarney and their bluster. You told people you were thinking of killing Ford. Don't do it, Henry. Be Smart, not stupid. A man stands on one leg when he does not need two.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Roddy Doyle | The Dead Republic | 2010