The cream rises to the top. What’s left is expendable . . .
As it prepares to mark the centenary of 1916 and the opening of the Memorial Peace Park changes are being forced on The Derryshannon Chronicle, a local paper once family-owned and now being absorbed into an international media conglomerate. Coyne’s old-school values and the innocent enthusiasm of a new recruit clash with the cynicism of a temporary manager whose sole interest is profit.
Add in a Latvian immigrant’s prediction of the Second Coming on Easter Sunday, a ferret on the loose at Mass, the disappearance of a solicitor with questions to answer and revelations about the burial place of one of the ‘disappeared’ to savour the exact and entertaining relevance of Jim Nolan’s provocative and probing play.
Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye complements a body of work that is as varied as it is impressive.
