How it is (Part One)
by Samuel Beckett
7th and 8th September @ 7.30pm
(Famous Tablehurst barbecue from 5.30pm!)
9th September @ 4pm
Bar available for all shows.
The Cowshed @ Tablehurst Farm
London Rd, Forest Row, RH18 5DP
A stripped-down version of the Gare St Lazare Ireland production performed by Stephen Dillane and Conor Lovett and directed by Judy Hegarty Lovett. We are grateful to Tablehurst Farm who are allowing us the use of the Cow Barn again for three performances: Friday 7 and Saturday 8 September at 19.30 and Sunday 9 September at 16.00.
In 2018, Gare St Lazare Ireland presented part 1 of the 3-part novel at Everyman Theatre, Cork, Ireland and at The Print Room, London, directed by Judy Hegarty Lovett with Sound Design/ Composition by Mel Mercier. The Cork production, supported by The Arts Council of Ireland, was co-designed by Judy Hegarty Lovett and Kris Stone and the London production, supported by Culture Ireland, was designed by Judy Hegarty Lovett with lighting by Simon Bennison. The Barebones rendition at Tablehurst Farm features the text of part 1 of How It and is recited verbatim by Conor Lovett and Stephen Dillane.
‘How It Is (Part One)’ is presented with the kind permission of The Estate of Samuel Beckett under licence by Curtis Brown Group.
Gare St Lazare Ireland have spent 20 years exploring the work of Samuel Beckett with particular emphasis on his prose work (novels, short stories and short texts) touring around the world. In 2015 they presented Molloy by Samuel Beckett at Springhill Farm, Forest Row at the invitation of Barebones Theatre Project.
Don’t miss this opportunity to catch a performance: Get your tickets for shows at Tablehurst Farm on Friday 7th and Saturday 8th September at 19.30 and Sunday 9th September at 16.00. As before there will be a cash bar AND Tablehurst will be providing their stunning BBQ burgers.
'Ingenious adaptation brings out the pathos in Beckett.’
The Daily Telegraph
The Irish Times
'all sense of time and space disappears and you enter a strange, other world, with Beckett whispering cool truths in your ear.’
Time Out London