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Fergus Linehan and Garry Hynes - Samuel Beckett at Edinburgh International Festival

Just like Waiting for Godot’s existential double act Vladimir and Estragon, Samuel Beckett has waited a long time to be fully embraced by into the metaphorical kirk of Edinburgh International Festival. For an artist whose sense of exile and outsiderdom has his detractors as much as his champions, perhaps it should come as no surprise that Beckett’s theatre work has largely been seen on the Fringe, where even then it has felt hidden away in back-street venues.

The appearance of Druid Theatre’s internationally acclaimed production of Waiting for Godot at this year’s EIF, then, suggests that Beckett’s work has at last come out of the wilderness. This has been brewing for a few years now by way of a series of productions under former EIF director Jonathan Mills’ tenure. Since the baton was passed to Fergus Linehan, however, the links feel umbilical. Growing up in Dublin with an actress mother and an arts journalist father, Beckett’s shadow loomed large. While Linehan’s mother Rosaleen Linehan appeared buried up to her neck in sand as Winnie in Happy Days both on stage and screen, his father’s encounters with Beckett were more random affairs.

“My dad was arts editor of the Irish Times,” Linehan says of his father, also called Fergus, “but Beckett wouldn’t do any interviews. He would meet various journalists, but on the proviso that the conversations weren’t recorded or written down. My dad would go over to Paris to meet him, and he’d have all these questions with him, but all Beckett wanted to talk about was the Irish rugby team, cricket and football.”  

The earliest sightings of Beckett’s work at EIF was in 1984, when a ten-day mini Beckett festival featured New York’s Harold Clurman Theatre in residence at the Churchill Theatre with a triple bill of Ohio Impromptu, Catastrophe and What Where. Another double bill by the Harold Clurman Theatre featured performances of A Piece of Monologue and That Time. Also at the Churchill, and in portents of things to come, seminal comic actor Max Wall, who had appeared in Waiting for Godot in 1979 and Krapp’s Last Tape in 1984, performed Malone Dies.

The second part of Beckett’s trilogy of novels, Molloy, Malone Dies and The Unnameable, all three would later be adapted and performed on the Fringe two years later by Barry McGovern under the title, I’ll Go On. Twenty-seven years later, McGovern would revive this solo tour de force for EIF as part of the most extensive Beckett season since 1984.

The groundwork had been done in 2012, when McGovern performed the Gate Theatre, Dublin’s staging of Beckett’s 1953 novel, Watt, at EIF. With the interior monologues of Beckett’s prose inviting themselves to be spoken out loud, the 2013 season focused, not on Beckett’s stage plays, but on renderings of prose by way of I’ll Go On and Peter Egan’s performance of a short story, First Love, plus rarely seen and heard TV and radio works.

A wordless Michael Gambon appeared in Eh Joe, haunted by Penelope Wilton’s disembodied voice in a piece first broadcast on German TV and o the BBC in 1966, and here brought to semi-cinematic life by Canadian film director Atom Egoyan. Like I’ll Go On and First Love, Eh Joe was produced by the Gate.

Another Dublin company, Pan Pan, gave audacious stagings of Embers and All That Fall, radio plays both dating from 1957 which can now be recognised as early examples of sound art which, in Pan Pan’s renderings, more resembled immersive installations than theatre. It should be noted that the original broadcast of All That Fall led directly to the setting up of BBC Radiophonic Workshop.

As well as the five productions, EIF also hosted screenings of Beckett on Film, an epic exercise that saw all nineteen of Beckett’s dramatic works filmed utilising an array of maverick directors and performers. This included a production of Waiting for Godot featuring McGovern, David Mamet directing Harold Pinter, Rebecca Pidgeon and John Gielgud in Catastrophe, and Breath directed by visual art provocateur Damien Hirst.

Beckett on Film was initiated and co-produced by Michael Colgan, the former artistic director of the Gate who had previously produced Becket’s entire dramatic canon onstage in Dublin in 1991. This was restaged in New York in 1996, and then in London three years later.  The Edinburgh screenings of Beckett on Film was a neat sleight of hand that gave audiences a chance to see a wider spectrum of work than might normally be possible.

In the flesh, last year, McGovern returned to Edinburgh again to perform Krapp’s Last Tape, Beckett’s tragi-comic rummage through an old man’s audio diary. Druid’s presentation this year of Waiting for Godot has been a long time coming.

“I didn’t think the world needed another production of Waiting for Godot,” says Druid’s Garry Hynes, who previously directed the play in 1982, “but the company wanted to do it., and when I looked at it again, something had shifted.”

Hynes’ work with Druid has included DruidSynge and DruidMurphy, marathon renderings of work by J.M. Synge and Tom Murphy. Might a DruidBeckett be in the offing?

“I don’t think so,” says Hynes. “I’m not sure I’d want to go into that world, or put the audience into that world, for so long.”

 One of the earliest sightings of Godot in Edinburgh was in 1967 at the Traverse, then in its Grassmarket home, when Gordon McDougall directed John Sheddon and a young Richard Wilson as Didi and Gogo. Half a century later, it seems, the waiting has finally stopped. 

Waiting for Godot, Royal Lyceum Theatre, August 3-12.

The List Edinburgh Festivals Guide - July 2018



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