Review
The Irish-American writer, Maeve Brennan, was raised in Cherryfield Avenue, Ranelagh, in the 1920s and early 1930s. Two decades later, Eamon Morrissey lived in the same house, his parents having purchased it from the Brennans, who left for America when Maeve was 17. In his new one-man show, Morrissey uses this coincidence as a springboard for a tribute to Brennan, an affecting rumination on memory and the concept of ‘home’.
Performing extracts from Brennan’s short stories, and her columns for The New Yorker, Morrissey balances comedy and pathos. He raises laughter with ease, yet he ventures into dark matters, too — his old home featured in Brennan’s short stories, as a scaffold for her dark, melancholy domestic dramas.
