Illusion of the first time…

Brian Friel’s beautiful and lyric tale of his family’s downfall is reminiscent of an Irish
Glass Menagerie. As the narrator Michael, it was very satisfying to live through much
of the play as an observer, traveling from an old man to a boy.

(A trick, incidentally, that I’ve tried unsuccessfully many times since. I guess the first
time was an illusion, after all.)