10.08.07
Louis Auchincloss
Most interesting article about the author here. Well worth a read. And I knew the author Trevor Butterworth a long time ago!
An Irish woman’s social, political and domestic commentary
Most interesting article about the author here. Well worth a read. And I knew the author Trevor Butterworth a long time ago!
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Eoin said,
October 8, 2007 at 9:46 pm
Sarah, Missing an ‘h’ in your link!
Sarah said,
October 9, 2007 at 1:54 pm
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all fixed…thanks eoin.
Gerry said,
October 9, 2007 at 5:48 pm
Ah Trevor! A poet marooned in the despond of Santry, if only the world understood his genius. I remember him well from back in the day, a D9 Oscar Wilde, saved by Trinity from the unwashed, a pearl amongst swine.
Good to see he’s working .
Philip said,
October 10, 2007 at 1:54 pm
see http://www.trevorbutterworth.com for more of Trevor’s output.
Martina said,
October 10, 2007 at 7:18 pm
Wow! Blast from the past – wasn’t expecting that of a Wednesday…
Trevor Butterworth said,
October 12, 2007 at 5:28 am
Thanks for all the comments (and for reading the Auchincloss piece); I can think of no finer meditation on the character of the power-seeking pundit than his novel “The House of the Prophet.” It also captured the fusty millieu of Georgetown – Washington DC’s D4 – where I lived for many years and grew, I’m sorry to say, to loathe. (I’m now a Brooklynite – a few doors up from landmark Bar Tabac and down the road from a Trinity classmate who is in the film biz. Small world).
Now – about Santry. It is amazing to see my old neighborhood, which was fast devolving into a lawless principality of Ballymun in 1989, now coast the half-million euro mark in property values and attract the middle classes. I can’t remember exactly when I moved to Swords but it was before I left college. Either way, I remember the former not as a source of despond or, for the most part, swine, but – along with Larkhill, Whitehall, Beaumont, and Glasenevin with its Botanic Gardens (which Ludwig Wittgenstein greatly enjoyed) – as a source of vitality. The architecture often left something to be desired, it’s true; but it bottled a lot of spirit.
Is mise, I guess,
Trevor Butterworth