Dancing at Lughnasa " review
Royal and Derngate, NorthamptonAn unremarkable, middle-aged man addresses the audience from a farmhouse kitchen nestling in a grassy glade: "When I cast my mind back to the summer of 1936 …" His tone suggests that what follows will be buffed-up memory, evoking an endless summer, full of blackberries and nostalgia. Wrong.There is indeed something burnished about Brian Friel's semi-autobiographical story ab…