tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post7951437305854827067..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: The ‘Deb's Night’ Adventure BeginsKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-22680867627995666822017-02-06T23:11:19.588+00:002017-02-06T23:11:19.588+00:00Thanks Jim. You've got your novels and poetry ...Thanks Jim. You've got your novels and poetry collections and I've got my plays. As my Mum used to say, "Every pair of ye is a couple". <br /><br />(No... me either.) :)Ken Armstronghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-38877417294985604752017-02-06T15:43:58.749+00:002017-02-06T15:43:58.749+00:00Always pleased to hear you’re doing well, Ken. One...Always pleased to hear you’re doing well, Ken. One of these days I might even see one of your plays (I’m discounting the film and the wee video you posted a while back). I’m not sure how I feel about plays not being filmed though. Just think about all the incredible performances on stage that only a few hundred people saw. I think it’s criminal that there’s no recording of Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart’s take on Didi and Gogo. It doesn’t matter that something is lost in the translation. We accept that with translated novels. Something is better than nothing. I saved a copy of Harold Pinter playing Krapp and it’s wonderful (albeit far from definitive) and it would’ve been horrible if that’d been lost.<br />YA I don’t get. When I were a lad there were kids books and adult books and there were it. I’m really not sure when YA crept up on us. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing but it is something I missed out on. When my daughter came to live with me—she was seventeen at the time—she was interested in theatre and so, as you do, I sat down and wrote her a play, <i>Living Will</i>. It’s actually a monologue. Imagine <i>Krapp’s First Tape</i> if Krapp was a thirteen-year-old girl dictating her living will into a video camera and you’ve got it. Well, that was more than enough to put my daughter off acting for life. I’ve not looked at the thing in twenty years. Hard to imagine any young actress being capable of memorising the thing but one never knows. Anyway that’s the only thing I’ve ever written that might be classified as YA but I don’t think of it as a YA play. It’s just a play and, in my head at least, its intended audience was always an adult one. Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.com