John Brendan Keane (21 July 1928 – 30 May 2002) was an Irish playwright, novelist and essayist from Listowel, County Kerry.
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| Born | John Brendan Keane 21 July 1928 Listowel, County Kerry, Ireland |
| Died | 30 May 2002 (aged 73) Cork, Ireland |
| Nationality | Irish |
| Education | St Michael's College, Listowel |
| Notable works | The Field, Sive |
| Notable awards | Honorary Life Member of the Royal Dublin Society |
| Spouse |
Mary O'Connor (m. 1960) |
| Children |
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Biography
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A son of a national school teacher, William B. Keane, and his wife Hannah (née Purtill), Keane was educated at Listowel National School and then at St Michael's College, Listowel. He worked as a chemist's assistant for A. H. Jones who dabbled in buying antiques. Keane had various jobs in the UK between 1951 and 1955 working as a street cleaner, and a bar man, living in a variety of places including Northampton and London.[1] It was while he was in Northampton that Keane was first published in an unnamed women's magazine for which he received £15.[2]
After returning to Ireland from the United Kingdom, he became a pub owner in Listowel from 1955.
He married Mary O'Connor at Knocknagoshel Church on 5 January 1955[3] and had four children: Billy, Conor, John and Joanna.
He was an Honorary Life Member of the Royal Dublin Society from 1991, served as president of Irish PEN and was a founder member of the Society of Irish Playwrights as well as a member of Aosdána. Keane was named the patron of the Listowel Players after the Listowel Drama Group fractured.[4] He remained a prominent member of the Fine Gael party throughout his life, never being shy of political debate.
His nephew is the investigative journalist Fergal Keane. His son John is a journalist with the Kilkenny People while his son, Billy regularly writes a column for the Irish Independent.
Influences
editKeane cited many literary influences including Bryan MacMahon and George Fitzmaurice, fellow Kerry writers and playwrights.[5]
His personal influences were numerous but, most notably he thanked his father and his wife, Mary. Keane was grateful for his father's help with early editing, for allowing him access to his personal library, and for encouraging him to continue his work until he was successful.[6]
He was also influenced by the local population and the patrons of his pub, on whom he based some of his characters.[citation needed]
Awards and honours
edit- 1999 Irish PEN Award
List of works
edit- Many Young Men of Twenty (1946)
- Sive (1959)
- Sharon's Grave (1960)
- The Highest House on the Mountain (1961)
- The Man From Clare (1962)
- The Year of the Hiker (1963)
- The Field (1965)
- Hut 42 (1968)
- The Rain at the End of the Summer (1968)
- Big Maggie (1969)
- Moll (1971)
- The One-Way Ticket (1972)
- Values (1973)
- The Crazy Wall (1973)
- The Change in Mame Fadden (1973)
- Letters of a Matchmaker (1975)
- Letters of a Country Postman (1977)
- The Buds of Ballybunion (1979)
- The Chastitute (1981)
- Man of the Triple Name (1984)
- Owl Sandwiches (1985)
- The Bodhran Makers (1986)
- The Contractors (1988)
- The Ram of God and Other Stories (1992)
- Durango: A Novel (1992)
- Faoiseamh
- Pishogue
- No More in Dust
References
edit- ^ Keane, John B. (1964). Self Portrait. Cork: Mercier Press. pp. 48–74.
- ^ Keane, John B. (1964). Self Portrait. Cork: Mercier Press. p. 56.
Then produced a slim envelope from a pocket of her apron and handed it to me. It was from a women's magazine- and Holy God!--it contained a cheque for fifteen pounds.
- ^ Keane, John B. (1964). Self Portrait. Netherlands: Mercier Press. p. 74.
On January 5th of 1955, Mary and I were married in Knocknagoshel Church.
- ^ Keane, John B. (1964). Self Portrait. Netherlands: Mercier Press. p. 89.
The new group call themselves The Listowel Players and I am their patron.
- ^ Hickey, Des. (1 January 1992). John B. : the real Keane. Mercier Press. ISBN 1856350657. OCLC 28548700.
- ^ Keane, John B. (1964). Self Portrait. Cork: Mercier Press. pp. 89–90.
It is easy to say whom it is I owe my success as a writer: to my wife for her constant help, but most of all to my father, --God rest him--because it was he who encouraged me from beginning to end, who edited my early work and gave me the freedom of a fine library, who promised me that if I persevered I would emerge one day as a writer.