Modern Irish Literature
Modern Irish Literature
Modern Irish literature is generally considered to have begun after the Irish Literary Renaissance, which spanned the years from 1885 to 1940 and is exemplified by the writings of William Butler Yeats, J. M. Synge, Padraic Colum, George Moore, and Sean O'Casey. While the writers of the Irish Literary Renaissance concerned themselves with distinguishing Irish literature from its British counterpart by focusing on Celtic mythology, folklore, and the country's peasant culture, Irish literature since the advent of World War II concerns a wide variety of themes, styles, and subject matter. Ireland's neutrality during World War II evidences the country's attempts to distance itself politically from Great Britain; the period following the war was marked with violence associated with the Northern Irish strife between Protestants and Roman Catholics and the North's struggle for independence from England. This political strife has become the predominant subject matter for such diverse writers as Benedict Kiely, Seamus Heaney, and others who, while condemning the brutality perpetuated by the Irish Republican Army, nevertheless advocate independence from Great Britain and a reunited country. Other writers—such as Denis Devlin, Sean O'Faolain, and Austin Clarke—focused on themes that depict the Roman Catholic Church as an unnecessarily restrictive force in the day-to-day lives of its Irish practitioners. The power wielded by the Irish Catholic Church resulted in many works being banned for perceived heretical and sexual transgressions.
Most Irish novels since World War II reveal their authors' preoccupation with political themes and the isolation and powerlessness felt by the country's inhabitants. The country's neutrality during the war often is blamed for the worldwide indifference to its literature following the war, which resulted in Irish writers producing what many critics perceive to be insular and parochial fiction. Many of these works contain stylistic similarities to the works of Irish novelist and short story writer James Joyce in their use of interior monologues and stream-of-consciousness narrative style. Among the most critically appreciated novelists are Benedict Kiely, John Banville, John McGahern, and Brian Moore. Irish poetry since the death of Yeats in 1939 was initially dominated by Louis MacNeice and, later, John Montague, Patrick Kavanagh, and Thomas Kinsella. In the 1960s poets from Northern Ireland, including Derek Mahon, Paul Muldoon, and Nobel laureate Seamus Heaney, ignited another renaissance in Irish literature. These writers alternately depict the horrors of the violence in Ireland with writing of delicate beauty describing the rural Irish countryside. Irish drama since World War II often is considered to be dominated by the Absurdist works of Samuel Beckett, whose Waiting for Godot (1954) is considered the best example, and Brian Friel, whose play Translations (1981) attempts to debunk the stereotype of the ignorant Irish perpetuated by writers of the Irish Renaissance.
Long Lankin (novel) 1970
Nightspawn (novel) 1971
Birchwood (novel) 1973
Copernicus (novel) 1976
Kepler (novel) 1981
The Newton Letter (novel) 1983
Mephisto (novel) 1986
Molloy (novel) 1950
Malone Dies (novel) 1952
Waiting for Godot (drama) 1954
The Unnameable (novel) 1955
Endgame (drama) 1956
Krapp's Last Tape (drama) 1958
Radio II (drama) 1960
Happy Days (drama) 1961
Ghost Trio III (drama) 1976
The Quare Fellow (drama) 1956
The Hostage (drama) 1958
Borstal Boy (novel) 1961
Light a Penny Candle (poetry) 1982
Echoes (novel) 1985
The Hotel (novel) 1927
The Last September (novel) 1929
Friends and Relations (novel) 1931
To the North (novel) 1932
The Death of the Heart (novel) 1935
The House in Paris (novel) 1935
The Heat of the Day (novel) 1949
A World of Love (novel) 1955
The Little Girls (novel) 1964
Eva Trout (novel) 1968
The Collected Stories of Elizabeth Bowen (short stories) 1981
The Flats (drama) 1971
Holy Pictures (novel) 1983
The Irish for No (poetry) 1987
Pilgrimage (poetry) 1929
Collected Poems (poetry) 1936
Night and Morning (poetry) 1938
Ancient Lights (poetry) 1955
Later Poems (poetry) 1961
Flight to Africa (poetry) 1963
Mnemosyne Lay in Dust (poetry) 1966
Old-fashioned Pilgrimage (poetry) 1967
The Echo at Coole (poetry) 1968
Collected Poems (poetry) 1974
The Life of Riley (novel) 1964
Dead as Doornails (autobiography) 1976
Identity Papers (novel) 1979
Lugh Derg and Other Poems (poetry) 1946
Collected Poems (poetry) 1963
Across the Bitter Sea (novel) 1973
Blood Relations (novel) 1977
The Selected Paul Durcan (poetry) 1988
Collected Poems (poetry) 1990
I Do Not Like Thee, Dr. Fell (drama) 1979
Canaries (novel) 1980
All in Favour Said No! (drama) 1981
All the Way Back (drama) 1985
Say Cheese! (drama) 1987
(The entire section is 1141 words.)
SOURCE: “Contemporary Literature, 1940-80,” in A Short History of Irish Literature, University of Notre Dame Press, 1986, pp. 210-48.
[In the following essay, Deane presents an overview of Irish literature between 1940 and 1980.]
In the thirties and forties of this century, a number of writers emerge whose careers as artists are indistinguishable from their crusades as men of letters against the philistinism and parochialism of the new state. Sean O'Faolain is the outstanding personality in a group which includes Austin Clarke, Patrick Kavanagh, Frank O'Connor, Peadar O'Donnell and Sean O'Casey. O'Faolain was editor of a literary magazine The Bell from 1940 to 1946; Peadar O'Donnell gave it a more emphatic left-wing orientation during his editorship from 1946 until the last number in 1954. The Bell followed the example of George Russell's (AE) magazines, The Irish Homestead (1905-23) and The Irish Statesman (1923-30), by becoming a focus for new writing and for the dissenting voices which sought to articulate a critique of Irish social and political life. The literature of this generation thus combines, in a curious way, the emotions of commitment to and of alienation from Ireland, alternatively formulated in utopian and iconoclastic versions of what the country could be and what it actually was. Along with the more specifically literary and scholarly The Dublin Magazine (1923-58), edited by Seumas O'Sullivan, The Bell attempted to resituate Ireland in a wider and less oppressively devotional context than that provided by the long-standing effects of the late nineteenth-century ‘Devotional Revolution' among the Catholic beneficiaries of the Land War, whose descendants also became the chief beneficiaries of the Irish revolution.1 The recrudescence of this narrow, triumphalist Catholicism promoted the popularity of novels like those of Canon Sheehan (1852-1913), particularly My New Curate (1900), while it also contributed to the extinction, as far as reputation was concerned, of Gerald O'Donovan's novels about the death of liberal Catholicism, Father Ralph (1913) and Waiting (1914). The crisis in Irish Catholicism was precipitated by the First Vatican Council's identification of ‘modernism’ as the enemy of all that was Christian. From the decade of the 1870s, Irish Catholicism adopted this view with a remarkable wholeheartedness, reinforced by the cultural nationalism which sought to specify the uniqueness of Irish-Celtic civilization in modern Europe.2 By the 1920s, with the triumph of the Irish Catholic middle classes, nationalism had begun to yield so entirely to this anti-modernist Catholicism, that legislation such as the Censorship Act of 1929 was regarded by most people as a defence of both Irishness and Christianity. This fusion of powerful forces distressed the anti-modernist Yeats, who proceeded to formulate, rather belatedly, his own version of an essentially Irish hostility to the modern world, which had a distinctively Protestant, Ascendancy origin in the eighteenth century. But its Protestantism was also an element in its European, non-provincial nature. The debate in which O'Faolain and his contemporaries were later engaged had its terms dictated by these developments. The only antidote available to Catholic provincialism appeared to be some reintroduction into Irish life of the European heritage and background. By 1932, the year of the Eucharistic Congress in Dublin, celebrating 1500 years of Christianity in Ireland, and the year in which Eamon de Valera assumed power, the alliance between an anti-modernist Church and an introverted state and culture had been consolidated. It was, thereafter, to reach paranoiac proportions at times. Even Ireland's neutrality during the Second World War, a considerable diplomatic achievement and a genuine declaration of independence, was widely interpreted (and still is) as yet another symptom of the society's fear of and repudiation of the modern world.3 On occasion, the search for a less constricting vision of Catholicism would have its moments of literary triumph—in poetry, Denis Devlin's Lough Derg and Other Poems (1946), Austin Clarke's Pilgrimage (1929), Night and Morning (1938) and Ancient Lights (1955), and in fiction, some of O'Faolain's short stories, particularly ‘Lovers of the Lake’ (1958), and Francis MacManus's The Greatest of These (1943), a novel set in late nineteenth-century Kilkenny in which the relationship between a Bishop and a renegade priest is a paradigm of the battle between authority and rebellion which Ireland had decided in favour of the former. In 1971, Thomas Kilroy, in The Big Chapel, reinterpreted the Kilkenny episode on which MacManus's novel had been based as a parable on the mutual failure of both authority and rebellion. It is appropriate that this novel should have appeared then to remind us that the debates of the forties and fifties had their origins in the 1870s; the new state had not invented triumphalist Catholicism, it merely gave it an opportunity to establish itself in a nationalist mould. In opposing this phenomenon in 1940, O'Faolain was facing a mentality which had been formed in two centuries of Catholic humiliation and one of Catholic triumph. His awareness of this is manifest in his two famous biographies. The King of the Beggars (1938), a life of Daniel O'Connell, the great nineteenth-century creator of the Irish Catholic nation, and The Great O'Neill (1942), the leader of Catholic Ireland in the days of Elizabeth I of England. In these men, he inscribes a version of the contemporary Irish conflict between the forces of a sectarian nationalism and a more generous adaptable internationalism (or ‘modernism’). The ambiguity of their positions becomes for him an emblem of the vacillation of the Irish mind between these two destinies. These two books contain, in parvo, the chief preoccupations of O'Faolain's own fiction and of the debates on the relationship between Irish nationalism and Catholicism, which continue to the present day.
The title of O'Faolain's volume of critical essays, The Vanishing Hero (1956), serves as an appropriate epigraph to his three novels, A Nest of Simple Folk (1934), Bird Alone (1936) and Come Back to Erin (1940). The protagonist in each of them is dominated by a heroic and revolutionary past, to which he is bound by affection and tradition, which exercises a fatal attraction. The titanism of the will exemplified by the heroes of the preceding generations is an insufficient heritage for those who must live in the more complex and pragmatic world of the post-revolutionary era.4 On the other hand, the mixture of joyless religion, greed and respectability with which the middle classes have replaced that heroic rebelliousness is unsatisfactory too. O'Faolain's people seek the attractions of an advanced, varied civilization, while remaining attached to a belief in the certainties of a simpler, morally decisive world. But his elaboration of this well known contrast becomes increasingly subtle, especially in his short stories. There is in them an increasing admiration for the confident, secular world of material success and cultural enrichment, which he frowningly compares with the impoverished and restricted world of Ireland in the thirties and forties. Yet the admiration for a cosmopolitan, ethically governed society is countered by his nostalgia for that sense of liberation which he had experienced as a youth during his participation in the Irish revolution and which he merges with the passionate experience of an instinctive, sexual love. These two aspects of experience—the organized and conceptual, and the rebellious and intuitive—are the imaginative modes in which he realizes the cultural debate between modernism and provincialism, unable to give up or to give in entirely to either. His preoccupation with style and form in the short story was an even deeper symptom of this tension. Although, like O'Connor, he looked to Flaubert, Chekhov and de Maupassant as his models, he also reacted with hostility to the ‘besotted realists’ like Zola and even Joyce. He wanted the purity of control but did not want to lose the richness of extravagance in his writing. The celebration of sexual love as a revolutionary liberation and of a cosmopolitan society as a civilized ideal left the bleak, sexually repressive and Jansenist contemporary society of Ireland as the worst of all possible worlds. Yet his stories are rarely so schematic as this description might indicate. In ‘Lovers of the Lake’, two adulterous lovers from the rich and successful middle class find themselves on Lough Derg, an ancient site of pilgrimage and penance. Jenny, the woman who has come here in search of the faith that will enable her to become morally decisive and put an end to the relationship, is pursued by her highly sceptical lover Bobby, who is determined to confront this superstitious foolishness with his love. Neither ancient nor modern Ireland wins this particular battle. The desire for clarity and faith remains part of the confusion of actual living, not separable but distinct from it. The fierceness of the spiritual life and the durability of the secular life are incorporated in this story with such tact that neither is satirized as extremism. Harsh doctrinal condemnation and flaccid hedonism are both caricature descriptions of the attitudes represented here.
Frank O'Connor's short stories, translations and other writings are so comfortably addressed to an audience that the initial sense of community established by their confident and confiding tone often outlasts the substantial impression of loneliness and alienation which they contemplate. Even in his most eloquent denunciations of orthodox behaviour and attitudes, there is a softening element of camaraderie between him and his audience, which bespeaks the intimacy of a culture in which it is easy to be knowing because everything is familiar and known. He has the poise of a man who belongs and the pose of a man who is an outcast. The contradiction is energetically exploited but seldom explored. Like O'Faolain, O'Connor wanted the risks of modern individuality and the consolations of traditional community. The new Ireland provided neither. So, he fulminated against its unenviable achievement in losing the first and refusing the other while settling instead for a bogus piety and a slavish conformism. Naturally he made enemies, had his books banned and was compelled, in 1952, to go to the United States where his inclination towards bluff sentimentality was enhanced by exile and fame. The charm of the world of his stories is so potent that the most desperate situations can never be taken seriously. All his disappointed lovers and disillusioned revolutionaries and shopkeepers have a vulnerable and endearing aspect to them, which is confirmed for the reader by the sententiousness of the author. Yet, there are stories, like ‘The Bridal Night’ (from Crab Apple Jelly, 1944) in which the voice and the tale co-operate to create a solitude the more poignant for the communal source out of which it has arisen. In this instance an old woman is telling the story of her only son who went mad for love of a girl who was beyond him. On the night before he is taken to the asylum, the girl comes and lies with him to ease his agony, while the mother and a neighbour sit in the kitchen. Thereafter, the community can't do enough for her and the mother treasures the son's departing moment of peace. The lonely setting, at dusk beside the Atlantic, the woman's monologue and the narrator's marginal, listening presence show O'Connor's economy and restraint at its best. But the story itself is an emblem of his work and his time. A close society, an unbearable loneliness and a narrator caught between the fascination of both provide a telling image of the sense of displacement which characterized his most lasting work, a sense for which his calculated charm was an insufficient consolation.
O'Faolain and O'Connor were both children of the Civil War, pupils of the fiercely nationalist Daniel Corkery and, on both accounts, prone to disillusion as the phantom of a renovated Ireland receded during the bitter decades of the thirties and forties. Nevertheless, they continued to strive for a reconciliation between their vision of Ireland's possibilities and its diminished reality. O'Faolain found a way towards it in his ‘conversion’ to Roman Catholicism after a sojourn in Italy in 1946. But for Francis Stuart, who also fought on the Republican side in the Civil War, there was no possibility of reconciliation. From the outset of his strange career in 1923 to the present, Stuart has consistently adhered to an evangelical belief in the importance of a chosen few, from whom the possibility of a new preternatural tenderness of feeling and awareness would be nurtured to the point at which it would replace the existing subnormal world. The necessary prelude to this new dispensation was suffering and disgrace; the scapegoat figure, who would assume the burden of pain, was the artist. In Stuart, therefore, the religious sensibility is dominant and peremptory to a degree not known before in Irish writing. In his autobiographical novel Black List Section H (1971), Stuart tells of his rediscovery of the Bible during his married life in County Wicklow with Iseult, the daughter of Maud Gonne, Yeats's beloved:
Christ had held the most forward position of His time for several hours. And it would fall to the condemned, the sick-unto-death and perhaps a handful of unregarded artists to defend these areas of consciousness in the coming days as best they could. (ch. 20, p. 119)
Later, at dinner with Yeats, he expands on his ideas in relation to the Irish censorship laws:
H didn't share the sense of outrage of Yeats and his fellow intellectuals at the censorship law. It was a matter of indifference to him. The Irish censorship would catch the smaller fish but if a really big one was to swim into view it would be set on by far more ferocious foes than any Irish ones.
‘If somebody somewhere writes a book which is so radical and original,’ H announced … ‘that it would burst the present literary setup wide open, that writer will be treated with a polite contempt by the critical and academic authorities that will discourage further mention of him. He'll raise deeper, more subconscious hostility than sectarian ones and he'll be destroyed far more effectively by enlightened neglect than anything we would do to him here.’
Yeats had lifted his head and was regarding H intently.
‘You believe that the artist is bound to be rejected? You equate him with the prophet?’ (ch. 20, p. 121)
In 1940, Stuart accepted a position as lecturer in the University of Berlin. He stayed in Germany throughout the war and broadcast to Ireland once a week from 1942 to 1944, encouraging the policy of Irish neutrality and expressing sympathy for IRA prisoners, North and South. He had spent a year in jail in Ireland in 1922-3 and, after the war, was detained for a further year by the French authorities. He had sought disgrace and had found it. Between 1947 and 1950 he wrote a trilogy of novels—The Pillar of Cloud, Redemption, and The Flowering Cross—which (like Beckett's trilogy at the same time) fell dead from the press. These, along with Black List and the later novels—Memorial (1973), A Hole in the Head (1977) and The High Consistory (1981)—are the central works among his twenty-two novels. His deliberate alliance with Germany and, later, with the paramilitaries in the North of Ireland was a declaration of freedom from the powerful pieties of convention. He is like O'Faolain, O'Connor and Beckett in his wish to reintegrate his Irish experience with the European crisis and his work, as much as theirs, is an implicit critique of Ireland's failure to sustain its earlier engagement with the world at large. Stuart, imaginatively obsessed with the figure of dishonour, and Beckett, equally entranced by the figure of inertia, go further than their contemporaries in thus ratifying their social delinquency, making contact and even identification with a community of outcasts the central preoccupation of their work. Because of the war, the outcasts were numerous but without cohesion as a group. They were bonded by isolation. This allowed Stuart to preserve his belief in the radical isolation of the artist and, at the same time, the necessity for the artist to make contact with the outcast and despised.
Born into Northern unionism, he married into the Irish revival and took the Republican side in the Civil War. Whatever cause he joined he left it when it became successful. His element is risk; anything which calcifies into a categorical attitude—moral, social, political—is anathema to him. As guerilla, poultry farmer, gambler, philanderer, prisoner, refugee, German sympathizer, unsung artist, he risks all kinds of destruction in order to see what survives. His search is for holiness through sin. This holiness is inexplicable unless Stuart's repeated references to the New Testament are taken into account. It is the holiness represented by the innocent scapegoat figure who is put to death by a coalition of the established powers and of the people for a crime he did not commit. The artist is like Christ in this respect. He is a permanent victim of the mechanism by which the community attempts to rid itself of innocence for the sake of preserving its solidarity. There is, therefore, in Stuart's fiction a variety of attempts, some of them desperate indeed, to embody in a person the idea of a total innocence which is, nevertheless, politically and socially criminal. His meditation upon this leads him to give a fully serious treatment to the action of violence in society, something which, remarkably, no other Irish writer has done.
Women bear the brunt of this violence and are physically or psychologically mutilated by it. Yet, through it, they enter a territory of feeling which is beyond sentimentality or sexual desire or what is generally called love. They become practitioners of charity and have a redemptive capacity, which Stuart, with an evangelical longing, sees as a condition of the appearance of the new world and the disappearance of the old. Thus, in The Pillar of Cloud, set in post-war Germany, Dominique Malone is saved by the Mayerski sisters, who have suffered terribly in the war; in Redemption, set in Ireland after the war, Ezra Arrigho is finally granted spiritual peace by the reappearance of Margareta, and the imprisoned Louis Clancy in The Flowering Cross wins freedom through his love for the blind girl, Alyse. The two ‘Northern Ireland’ novels, Memorial and A Hole in the Head, are dominated by the relationship between a writer—Sugrue and Barnaby Shane respectively—and a woman—Herra and Emily Brontë—which is characterized by extreme neurosis and, simultaneously, by a tenderness not available to the normal world, where violence reigns. Violence is the climate of the institutional life; peace is the climate of the redeemed life. They are conjoined by the suffering of the scapegoat, in which evil attempts to destroy innocence but, unwittingly, makes it active and redemptive.
Few Irish novels of this period escape the stereotyped confrontation between the enervation of the social life and the desire for freedom and plenitude, which characterizes the increasingly introverted private consciousness. Because religion was so pervasive and influential in almost all aspects of existence, most emphatically so in its attitudes towards sexual matters, the heroism of the individual life tended to be expressed in an increasingly secular idiom, with sexuality celebrated as the deepest form of liberation. Further, in reaction to the various idealizations of Irish life, which had been popular during the Irish revival and which were thereafter transmuted into an ideology of Catholic Ireland, novelists tended to use all the resources of naturalism in order to present a bleak and unforgiving counter to the current propaganda.5 Although there were some remarkable successes, the polemical impulse in these novels was often dependent on the circumstances they were designed to combat. There is something dated both about the issues and about the forms in which they were engaged. The operation of the censorship ensured that novels would be noticed to the degree that they broached subjects which were under social taboo and not for any more enduring or interesting innovation in form. In a curious way, censorship retarded the effects in Ireland of experimental work like that of Joyce, Beckett and O'Brien. Books which earned the notoriety of being banned were books which were likely to be understood, because of the familiarity of the naturalistic form. Equally, to challenge the status quo, writers felt an obligation to do so with a certain directness. As is often the case, naturalism became the mode favoured by those who regarded themselves as committed, or as interested, in the facts of common life. Like all the current European versions of ‘socialist realism’, the central intimation of such novels was the existence of an authentic solidarity and community hidden below the autocratic and life-denying forms and fictions of the official order. Stuart was remarkable in his almost anarchic acceptance of a permanently deforming Pharisaic system, within which there would survive a perpetually redemptive band of apostles. For others, the enduring truths were those of the authentic community, which were taken as ‘natural’; the ephemeral, if powerful, inauthenticity belonged to the ‘unnatural’ external world of regulated society.
As a consequence, a number of complete but submerged and quarantined worlds emerge in Irish fiction, each claiming for itself an autonomy and a reality greater than that which environs it. Forrest Reid's Peter Waring (1937, a rewriting of Following Darkness, 1912) identifies one of them as the enchanted universe of adolescence as it revealed itself in the North of Ireland in the last decades of the nineteenth century. Bounded on one side by a dreary puritanism and the squalor of Protestant Belfast, his sensibility seeks satisfaction in a spacious, light-filled mansion, Derryaghy House, owned by a motherly and understanding widow. Reid's unremitting delicacy is rebuked by the contrast with the almost brutal vigour of Liam O'Flaherty's novels in the most typical of which—Skerrett (1932), Famine (1937) and Land (1946)—the will to survive overcomes all other forces in a merciless struggle. O'Flaherty's insistence on the elemental nature of existence, his concentration on the primitive and on the primary forces by which his islanders, peasants and revolutionaries are moved, contribute to the impression that the realism here is in service to the most melodramatic of all the myths of solidarity, namely that the only enemy is finally the fear of defeat itself. No greater contrast could be imagined than the fiction—primarily the short stories—of Mary Lavin. From 1942, when Tales from Bective Bridge appeared, she has established a deserved reputation as one of the most fearsomely economical of the Irish writers. Her work, largely concentrated on the experience of love lost but still treasured, articulates communal values in terms of individual experiences. At first sight, her stories are deceptively simple and subdued, but once the reader becomes acclimatized to the nefarious sweetness of the narrator's voice, the illusion of comfort disappears and is replaced by a deeply disturbed sense of the frailty of human values in a smug and complacent middle-class society. Only the world of love, represented by the ethereal and dislocated young woman who appears so often in the best stories, retains a final authenticity, even though the critique of the surrounding society is gently implied rather than loudly enforced. A more specific and aggressive advocacy for an oppressed grouping appeared in novels like James Plunkett's Strumpet City (1969), in which the working people of Dublin are stimulated to consciousness by the Labour leader James Larkin and confronted by their employer enemies, with the Catholic clergy ambiguously caught in the conflict; or in Patrick Kavanagh's two versions of pastoral, The Green Fool (1938), the soft version, and Tarry Flynn (1948), the harsh version, in which the rural region and its populace are rescued from illusory stereotyping. A variation on the elemental theme is played by Benedict Kiely in novels like The Captain with the Whiskers (1960) and Dogs Enjoy the Morning (1971), in which the only real world is that about which the most extraordinary, legendary anecdotes can be told. The violent and alienated life of an urban and politically unstable present is time and again set against a place or a time in which values were unquestioned and a sense of community securely assumed. Michael McLaverty's Call my Brother Back (1939) is one of the most tender evocations of this experience, with Rathlin island and sectarian Belfast as its polarized arenas. Janet McNeill's The Maiden Dinosaur (1964) records the plight of a lost Protestant gentility which looks back to the twenties as the period of stability which has suddenly yielded to the coarser present. It is not surprising that contrasts of this kind should be more discordant in the North, given its history of strife and its deep hunger for a healing security. In the novels of Brian Moore, this realism of the submerged life in the corrupt system finds its apotheosis.
Moore's first novel Judith Hearne (1955; republished as The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne, 1959) is written with an economy that hovers between elegance and meanness. There is no attempt to charm the reader into an appreciation of the endearing uniqueness of this wretched woman's life. There is no gesture towards the presence of elemental forces, either in the community or in the individual. All the detail is damning. Even where there is pathos, there is no dignity. It is a world without aura, an Ireland unenhanced by a pronounced style, its atmosphere fumigated of the scents of heroism, myth, historical crisis, nostalgia for a better time. Judith Hearne's life is a pathetic, loveless business, hemmed in by religion, class, woebegone gentilities and inexorable social and physical decay. Her dream life is her only exit but it is finally chastised by the nullity of her daily existence and she sinks into a graceless senility, a victim of deadening circumstance. The story of Diarmuid Devine in The Feast of Lupercal (1957; reprinted as A Moment of Love, 1965) is similarly humiliating. Devine, like Judith Hearne, has his growth as a person violently aborted by a punitive, fear-ridden society. It is only when Moore leaves Northern Ireland and moves, first to Canada and then to the United States, that the fascination with society's victimization of these lonely lives undergoes a modification. In The Luck of Ginger Coffey (1960), Ginger almost goes under but finally survives the pressures of making his incompetent way in the New World. He even furnishes himself with a rudimentary ethic of endurance. But it is in An Answer from Limbo (1962) that Moore begins to free himself from the simplisme of the battle between the aspiring individual and the stifling social form. The devoutly Catholic Mrs Tierney, who finds herself transplanted to New York as a baby-minder for her writer-son Brendan and his Jewish wife Jane, dies in utter isolation after a vain attempt to re-establish some form of spiritual values in her son's shallow and godless household. In this instance, it is the free, secular life of New York that is disobligingly seen in contrast to her narrow but potent faith. Escape from the restrictions of Belfast also means a loss of communal and spiritual values, which arise from a complex of forces richer than the merely predatory sexual-commercial universe of American success. By the early seventies, Moore had begun the search for a new form which would allow him to inquire more thoroughly into the question of the values which religious belief can provide and which the loss of that belief demands. There is here an element of the exile's characteristic crisis—the desire to belong cancelled by the repudiation of the demand that he belong to a system of failure and repression. But Moore goes further than this. He wants to investigate the sources of the desire to belong and, in doing so, finds himself obliged to challenge novelistic naturalism as a sufficient form.
The result is an astonishing sequence of parables—Catholics (1972), The Great Victorian Collection (1975), The Mangan Inheritance (1979) and The Cold Heaven (1983). Even those novels which remain within the context of naturalism—The Doctor's Wife (1976) and The Temptation of Eileen Hughes (1981), both of them direct descendants of I am Mary Dunne (1968)—have a new obsessional quality whereby the women who dominate them seek through love and sexual experience something other than an escape from their conventional lives. They seem to have a hunger for something appetite cannot satisfy, for a sense of transcendence, on the way to which the rediscovery of personal identity is only a first step. Their surroundings are no longer squalid, but comfortable and even wealthy. The consumer world has now replaced late Victorian Belfast as the physical site of the conflict. But the fulfilment, the hedonism of their lives is for them as great a pressure as poverty and the lack of sexual fulfilment had been for Judith Hearne. In the fables, this other world is identified with ancestral belief and longing. It is not just nostalgia, although that too is there. It is a radical dissatisfaction with the actual that leads in the end to either the acceptance of or the recognized possibility of miracle, an irruption into the complex, secular world of hotels, motels, affairs, professions and cosmopolitan ease. Moore's allegiance to the actual world does not waver. Instead it learns to coexist with the possibility of another, apocalyptic place, in which the simple can wholeheartedly believe and which the sophisticated dread to accept other than as a psychic disturbance or metaphor. Thus he pushes his naturalism to the breaking point, but never permits it to disintegrate. At the end of The Cold Heaven, Marie, who was witness to an apparition of the Virgin on the shores of California, surrenders it to the semireluctant Church and turns towards ‘that ordinary, muddled life of falling in love and leaving her husband and starting over again’. Belief remains a powerful force that must be refused, and yet the effects of which in the ordinary run of experience cannot be denied. To put it in Catholic terms, Moore's people lack the gift of grace partly because it is mediated to them through a culture and through a Church, which is, in the aesthetic and in the moral sense, graceless. One has the impression that this may be an explanation but is not an excuse.
John McGahern's first three books, The Barracks (1963), The Dark (1965) and Nightlines (1973), are as implacably bleak as anything to be found in Moore's early work. The psychic isolation which they describe is rendered with an actuarial tidiness, the precision of the recorded details tinged at all points with a faint, cello sadness. Even in the most casual moments, there is a conscious emphasis on bleakness, which never quite cancels an incipient tenderness:
The line of black cattle trailed all that winter round the fields in search of grass, only small patches in the shelter; always a funeral of little winter birds in their wake in the hope that the rocking hooves would loosen the frozen earth down to the worms. And in the evenings they'd crowd at the gate to low with steaming breaths for their fodder. (The Dark, ch. 9, p. 47)
In McGahern's crepuscular world, the deep energies of life have been occluded and turned poisonous. In their secret decay they are clouded by shame. Sex, cancer, drink, lovelessness are known by those who are afflicted by them to be the pathological inversions of their truly human alternatives—love, health, rationality, generosity. McGahern's people find it as difficult to live with themselves as with others. They are caught in a curious dilemma. Disdaining the usual and entrapping fictions which surround human relationships, the saccharine and oppressive notions of love and marriage most prominent among them, they look for a more candid freedom by testing experience in relation to the senses and then by scrutinizing the feelings which such a testing generates. But there are two chief kinds of physical testing. One is the sensual experience of sex, the other is the sensual experience of illness. Each develops in unexpected directions. Sexual experience, which involves another, leads to self-enclosure; illness, which is private and involves one's own body exclusively, leads to an opening out towards others.
There is no religious feeling in these novels, although there is a feeling for the force of religion in Irish social life. McGahern's world is almost entirely bereft of anything beyond the horizon of empirical experience. The melancholy discipline of his writing is most successful within that specifically secular zone. When he attempts to depart from it, as in The Leavetaking (1974), his control tends to waver and he allows his strict tenderness to degenerate into sentimentality. Even though he rewrote the last pages of this novel, he cannot quite find a convincing idiom for the description of a successful love affair. The link between sexuality and love is problematic. One can be clinically observed to such an extent that the other must appear almost absurd in comparison. This is an issue which he finally confronted directly in The Pornographer (1979).
Here McGahern polarizes the forces which have been dominating his work, the better to see them and the more courageously to interrogate their mutual relationship. The hero is a writer of pornography for a journal run by an ex-poet, Maloney. He has invented two characters, Mavis and Colonel Grimshaw, whose sexual appetites are as inexhaustible as their ways of satisfying them are ingenious. He meets a woman at a dance in Dublin, they become lovers and she becomes infatuated with and pregnant by him. She goes to London to have the baby. By this time, he is backing away from the relationship as fast as he can, despite the loud disapproval of his boss Maloney and her Irish friends in London. During this time his aunt is dying in a Dublin hospital, his uncle is visiting her regularly and his provincial childhood life is constantly being interwoven again with his self-encased metropolitan existence. The girl has the baby, he abandons her, is beaten up for doing so and goes to his aunt's funeral scarred by the punishment. Finally, the exemplary courage and magnanimity of his aunt is brought home to him as he realizes how it survived the helpless selfishness of her own family. Her shrewd charity is not, he realizes, a practical gift. It is a spiritual achievement. Her illness has clarified the nature of love, his love affair has clarified the nature of selfishness. At that point, he decides to leave Dublin, come home to the farm and propose marriage to the girl. He is redeemed. Pornography is shown to be the literary equivalent of unfeeling selfishness, illness the final opportunity to confirm values that go beyond the welfare of the self. The customary bleakness finally gives way to a pervasive tenderness, which will not deny but equally will not be denied by its chill alternative. In this novel, McGahern enriches without softening his vision of the lives of quiet desperation, which are lived out in an Ireland in which the compatability between sexuality and illness is a frighteningly natural phenomenon.
With the appearance of John Banville's Long Lankin (1970) and Nightspawn (1971), it was obvious that an important writer had arrived, although in what his importance consisted was not clear until the publication of Birchwood in 1973. This is one of the most startling of the century's varied achievements in Irish writing. It is a narrative, told by Gabriel Godkin, the child of an incestuous relationship, of the hero's quest for his twin sister in an Ireland which is by turn that of the Civil War period and that of the nineteenth-century famine. The Godkin house and estate, both in fairly ruinous condition, have their counterpart in Prospero's travelling circus, a medley of freaks, mutants and sinister cruelty, the natural home of the twin brother Michael. (There is no twin sister.) The extreme condition of breakdown, which characterizes this society, ravaged by war and famine, undermined by incest, violence, and insanity, drives Godkin back upon himself to such a degree that he lives only by the laws of his own consciousness, even though he queries its reality too. Everywhere we hear echoes of other writers and other worlds—Dostoevsky, Beckett, le Fanu, Nabokov, Flann O'Brien, Maria Edgeworth, Herman Hesse. The intensity of this self-consciousness is increased by the fact that Gabriel is writing the novel as a memoir, arranging the pieces of his past experience in the hope of discovering a design which he nevertheless knows either does not exist or will exist only because he has invented it. Thus the novel plays with a series of conventions and a sequence of puns on names. The Gothic elements are frankly borrowed. Incidents, like the death of Granny Godkin from spontaneous combustion, are stolen from Dickens's Bleak House. There is an insistence on our remembering that the story is a series of literary conventions. Prospero's Magic Circus stirs memories of, say, the Magic Theatre in Hesse's Steppenwolf (1929), but the correspondence is by no means exact. In the same way, this novel is one of the many Irish fictions about the decline of the Big House, but it wears its conventional rue with a difference. The world of Elizabeth Bowen has become interfused with that of Sheridan Le Fanu, yet neither is fully present. Banville uses literary echoes as a reminder that the essential activity is the act of writing itself and that the essential futility is manifest in the gap between a discrete, discontinuous experience and the formed plots and arranged motifs which are a necessary feature of literature. He is fascinated by the idea of the lost twin, partly for the metaphorical opportunities it offers in the way of rendering a quest for the lost or the other self, partly because it encapsulates the anguish of a consciousness which, in recognizing itself, recognizes...
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SOURCE: “The Honour of Naming: Samuel Beckett and Brian Friel,” in A Critical History of Modern Irish Drama 1891-1980, Cambridge University Press, 1984, pp. 188-212.
[In the following excerpt, Maxwell compares and contrasts the plays of Samuel Beckett and Brian Friel.]
Martin. I was the like of the little children do be listening to the stories of an old woman, and do be dreaming after in the dark night it's in grand houses of gold they are, with speckled horses to ride, and do be waking again, in a short while, and they destroyed with the cold, and the thatch dripping maybe, and the starved ass braying in the yard....
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SOURCE: “Friel and After: Trends in Theater and Drama,” in New Irish Writing: Essays in Memory of Raymond J. Porter, edited by James D. Brophy and Eamon Grennan, Twayne Publishers, 1989, pp. 13-34.
[In the following excerpt, Murray discusses the drama of Brian Friel, John B. Keane, Eugene McCabe, Thomas Kilroy, Bernard Farrell, Hugh Leonard, Graham Reid, and Tom McIntyre.]
In concluding his book on Brian Friel in 1973 D. E. S. Maxwell quoted him as saying: “I would like … to write a play that would capture the peculiar spiritual, and indeed material flux, that this country is in at the moment. This has got to be done, for me anyway, at a local, parochial level,...
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SOURCE: “Northern Ireland: Our Troy? Recent Versions of Greek Tragedies by Irish Writers,” in Modern Drama, Vol. XLI, No. 1, Spring, 1998, pp. 77-6.
[In the following excerpt, Teevan focuses on Greek tragedy adaptations in the Irish theater and poetry.]
“Each nation … fashion[s] a classical Greece in its own image.”
It is, perhaps, only after one has written something that one begins to see not only one's own personal motivations for doing so, but also the broader social environment and forces that contributed to the making of the text. In 1994 I undertook a...
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SOURCE: “The Irish Novel: Exile, Resignation, or Acceptance,” in Wascana Review, Vol. 2, No. 1, 1967, pp. 5-17.
[In the following essay, Caswell discusses the fiction of Brian Moore, Kate O'Brien, Frank O'Conner, and Brinsley MacNamara.]
It is a commonplace in the study of modern Irish literature that the Irish literary revival, with the somewhat doubtful exception of George Moore and with the singular exception of James Joyce, produced few novelists of note. Perhaps Joyce is sufficient for a multitude of novelists, but the fact of their scarcity is strange when we recall the plentitude of Irish poets, dramatists and short-story writers. However, between Moore's...
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SOURCE: “Recent Irish Fiction,” in The Dublin Magazine, Vol. 6, No. 1, Spring, 1967, pp. 75-8.
[In the following essay, Harmon presents a brief overview of the Irish novelists Patrick Boyle, Edna O' Brien, John Broderick, Richard Power, and Andrew Ganly.]
So much attention has been given to the happy resurgence of poetry in the past ten years that the position of the Irish novel has almost escaped attention. Poets tend to gain recognition more easily, since their work appears in the national newspapers and in the little magazines. And it would almost seem that it is only when a novel runs foul of the censorship laws, is profaned by the hands of the customs...
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SOURCE: “Frank O'Connor and the Modern Irish Short Story,” in Modern Fiction Studies, Vol. 28, No. 1, Spring, 1982, pp. 53-67.
[In the following excerpt, Peterson compares and contrasts the short fiction of Frank O'Connor with the works of Mary Lavin and James Joyce.]
Frank O'Connor, one of Ireland's most prolific and successful short-story writers, has long been a major influence, through his critical writings, on efforts to describe and judge the modern Irish short story. In The Lonely Voice, his most influential book of criticism, O'Connor defines the short story “as a private art intended to satisfy the standards of the individual, solitary, critical...
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SOURCE: “Change Naturally: The Fiction of O'Flaherty, O'Faolain, McGahern,” in Eire-Ireland, Vol. XVIII, No. 1, 1983, pp. 138-44.
[In the following essay, Freyer examines the fiction of Liam O'Flaherty, Sean O'Faolain, and John McGahern.]
The English upper classes have an irritatingly patronizing way of saying: “Of course, you Irish are always rebels.” But, if one looks at Irish fiction this century and compares it with other European literatures, one has to concede this is in a measure true. Whereas novels of the Resistance in France, or those of the “angry young men” in Britain were only passing phases in the literature of those countries, the novel of...
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SOURCE: “Irish Fiction: A Mirror for Specifics,” in Eire-Ireland, Vol. XX, No. 2, 1985, pp. 90-104.
[In the following essay, Lubbers detects similar themes in Irish fiction since James Joyce, focusing on works by such authors as Brian Moore, Frank O'Connor, and John McGahern.]
Irish fiction of the 19th century shows a considerable amount of continuity and homogeneity. Beginning with George Moore, a reorientation began that was part of the tremendous creative energy released by the cultural renaissance although only marginally inspired by it. Modern Irish fiction writers concentrated on materials almost entirely different from those that had attracted their...
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SOURCE: “New Voices: The Contemporary Novel,” in The Irish Novel: A Critical History, Twayne Publishers, 1988, pp. 261-303.
[In the following essay, Cahalan discusses the fiction of Benedict Kiely, Brian Moore, John McGahern, Aidan Higgins, John Banville, William Trevor, James Plunkett, Edna O'Brien, Janet McNeill, Iris Murdoch, Eilís Dillon, Julia O'Faolain, Jennifer Johnston, Michael Farrell, Walter Macken, Sam Hanna Bell, Anthony C. West, John Borderick, Richard Power, Thomas Kilroy, and Anthony Cronin, as well as several writers in the Irish language.]
During the last thirty or so years, an impressive growth in the...
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SOURCE: “A Crisis of Fiction: Flann O'Brien, Francis Stuart, John Banville,” in Transitions: Narratives in Modern Irish Culture, Manchester University Press, 1988, pp. 83-100.
[In the following essay, Kearney discusses works by Flann O'Brien, Francis Stuart, and John Banville.]
What was to become of the Irish novel after Joyce and Beckett? How would it be possible to go on writing fiction once its basic narrative quest-structure had been radically overhauled by Ulysses and the Trilogy? The fact of the matter is that the majority of Irish novelists continued, as did the majority of novelists elsewhere, in the classical tradition of fiction-writing in...
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SOURCE: “Irish Jokes: A Lacanian Reading of Short Stories by James Joyce, Flann O'Brien, and Bryan MacMahon,” in Studies in Short Fiction, Vol. 27, No. 2, Spring, 1990, pp. 237-45.
[In the following essay, Ingersoll discusses humor in the works of James Joyce, Flann O' Brien, and Bryan MacMahon.]
Modern Irish literature has had its share of great poems, novels, and plays, but in terms of sheer bulk, it is the short story or the tale in which the Irish have excelled. Traditionally a culture that has offered few possibilities for action other than violence, Ireland has generated an inordinately large number of storytellers, in pubs and in print, for whom talking may...
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SOURCE: “The Bicycle and Descartes: Epistemology in the Fiction of Beckett and O'Brien,” in Eire-Ireland, Vol. XXVI, No. 1, 1991, pp. 76-94.
[In the following essay, Booker discusses epistemology in the works of Samuel Beckett and Flann O'Brien.]
A fascinating scene concludes Samuel Beckett's Murphy in which the old, crippled Mr. Kelly—a forerunner of later, more paradigmatic crippled Beckett “heroes” like Malone—flies his kite in the park. Mr. Kelly is a skillful flier, even from his wheelchair, and the kite reaches such heights that it disappears from view, giving its owner an opportunity to engage in some profound epistemological speculations:...
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SOURCE: “How It Is on the Fringes of Irish Fiction,” in Irish University Review, Vol. 22, No. 1, Spring/Summer, 1992, pp. 151-67.
[In the following essay, Imhof examines the fiction of Sean O'Faolain, Sebastian Barry, Dermot Bolger, Aidan Higgins, Kevin Kiely, Aidan Mathews, Brian McHale, and Robert McLiam Wilson.]
In Sean O'Faolain's story “The Faithless Wife”, the principal character reflects on the nature of Irish fiction and he comes up with this, not especially flattering verdict:
Irish fiction was a lot of nineteenth-century connerie about half-savage Brueghelesque peasants, or urban petits fonctionnaires...
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SOURCE: “Reinventing a Form: Aidan Higgins and John Banville,” in The Anglo-Irish Novel and the Big House, Syracuse University Press, 1998, pp. 234-60.
[In the following excerpt, Kreilkamp discusses the “Big House” Irish novels of Aidan Higgins and John Banville.]
Among contemporary Irish novelists who write about the Big House, only Aidan Higgins and John Banville inherit the techniques and preoccupations of the experimental post-Joycean novel. Both dissolve the chronological sequences of realistic fiction, emphasizing traditional narrative far less than the exploration of individual consciousness. And both respond to and emerge from that breakdown of cultural...
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SOURCE: “Contemporary Irish Poetry,” in Chicago Review, Vol. 17, Nos. 2 & 3, 1964, pp. 152-68.
[In the following essay, Torchiana compares the poetry of John Montague, Richard Murphy, Austin Clarke, and Thomas Kinsella.]
Contemporary Irish poetry written in English can show nothing comparable to the poetry of Yeats, perhaps even to that of Gogarty or the late Denis Devlin. Yet modern Ireland has several very competent, often satisfying poets.1 They would not be caught dead writing the lumpish verse, that still passes for poetry, once scribbled by AE, Katherine Tynan, F. R. Higgins, and Seumus O'Sullivan, and now by Ewart Milne, Donagh MacDonagh, and...
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SOURCE: “The Speckled Hill, the Plover's Shore: Northern Irish Poetry Today,” in Encounter, Vol. XLI, No. 6, December, 1973, pp. 70-6.
[In the following essay, Dunn discusses the contemporary poetry of Northern Ireland, including Seamus Heaney, Derek Mahon, James Simmons, and John Montague.]
In the North of Ireland, poets—most of them young—are faced with the cruel but interesting difficulties of realising their attitudes to violence and history. In a recent survey of contemporary Irish literature compiled by the French critic Serge Fauchereau, political topicality is elicited from poets in a series of interviews.1 What emerges is that to be a poet...
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SOURCE: “‘The Enabling Ritual’: Irish Poetry in the 'Seventies,” in Shenandoah, Vol. XXV, No. 4, Summer, 1974, pp. 3-24.
[In the following essay, Johnston compares works by Thomas Kinsella, John Montague, Richard Murphy, Seamus Heaney, Derek Mahon, Seamus Deane, Richard Ryan, and Paul Muldoon.]
But the stupidity Of root, shoot, blossom or clay Make no demand. I bend my body to the spade Or grope with a dirty hand. W. B. Yeats Our pioneers keep striking Inwards and downwards. Seamus Heaney
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SOURCE: “The Appetites of Gravity: Contemporary Irish Poetry,” in The Sewanee Review, Vol. LXXXIV, No. 1, January-March, 1976, pp. 199-208.
[In the following review, Deane assesses works by Seamus Heaney, Thomas Kinsella, Derek Mahon, and Richard Murphy.]
Reading these five books, [Wintering Out, North, Notes from the Land of the Dead and Other Poems, The Snow Party, and High Island,] I am reminded of what R. P. Blackmur wrote in 1948: “Almost the whole job of culture has been dumped on the artist's hands.” In Ireland, where this is particularly true, most writers have become wearied by the attritional quality of their...
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SOURCE: “Irish Poetry After Yeats,” in The Literary Review, Vol. XXII, No. 2, Winter, 1979, pp. 133-44.
[In the following essay, Frazier presents an overview of Irish poetry after W. B. Yeats's death, focusing on Austin Clarke, Patrick Kavanagh, Ciarán Carson, Michael Longley, and Derek Mahon.]
All readers of poetry will admit that one great poet has come out of Ireland in the twentieth century: William Butler Yeats. The enormous appeal of his poetry, especially to Americans, has resulted in a large Irish tourist industry. There are daily buses to Ballylee and Coole Park, summer schools in Sligo (now called “Yeats Country”), critical books on display in the...
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SOURCE: “Re-Membering: Irish Poetry After Yeats,” in Eire-Ireland, Vol. XV, No. 3, 1980, pp. 120-26.
[In the following essay, Reilly responds to Adrian Frazier's essay on “Irish Poetry after Yeats.”]
The keynote poem in The Literary Review's Winter, 1979, issue on “Irish Poetry after Yeats” is Michael Longley's “On Hearing Irish Spoken.”1 The poet eavesdrops on a conversation between two fishermen gliding together in their currachs, and hears only “An echo of technical terms, the one I know / Repeating itself at desperate intervals / Like the stepping stones across a river in spate.” Longley, a Belfast Protestant and native speaker...
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SOURCE: “An Ulster Renaissance? Poets from the North of Ireland, 1965-1980,” in Concerning Poetry, Vol. 14, No. 2, 1981, pp. 5-23.
[In the following essay, Brown discusses the poetry of Northern Ireland poets Michael Longley, Seamus Heaney, John Montague, and Derek Mahon.]
The first poem in a recent anthology Poets from the North of Ireland (edited by Frank Ormsby and published in 1979) included the line about a Northern poet:
His rainy countryside didn't, scholastically, exist. …
Whether it can be said to exist poetically in any worthwhile sense will be the subject of this paper as it seeks to marshal evidence to show...
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SOURCE: An introduction to Modern Irish Poetry: Tradition and Continuity from Yeats to Heaney, University of California Press, 1986, pp. 1-15.
[In the following essay, Garratt traces the evolution of Irish poetry from the Irish Renaissance to the international acclaim of Seamus Heaney.]
The following essay offers a reading of Irish poetry since Yeats and attempts to explain a main current, or preoccupation, in the writing of certain poets from the 1930s to the 1970s. As a reading it is selective both in its choice of poets and in its critical vantage point. I have chosen these particular poets because I believe that they represent the major voices in Irish poetry after...
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SOURCE: “Threaders of Double-Stranded Words: News from the North of Ireland,” in New England Review and Bread Loaf Quarterly, Vol. XII, No. 2, Winter, 1989, pp. 179-92.
[In the following essay, Drexel reviews works by Ciarán Carson, Medbh McGuckian, and Paul Muldoon.]
Fifty years after his death, Yeats's influence on Irish poetry is finally beginning to fade. It isn't that the current generation has discounted him—to the contrary. But if there is a presiding figure now for younger Irish poets to contend with, it's Seamus Heaney. Heaney's accomplishment in our day may not match that of Yeats in his, but Heaney is by far the most visible Irish poet currently at...
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SOURCE: “Small Gifts of Knowing,” in The Literary Review, Vol. 40, No. 4, Summer, 1997, pp. 561-65.
[In the following essay, Kennedy discusses modernism, politics, and religion as elements of contemporary Irish poetry.]
The poet Patrick Kavanagh once quipped that Ireland has a standing army of at least five thousand poets. This would seem to be no exaggeration. Despite Samuel Beckett's charge that the Irish as a nation “never gave a fart in its corduroys for any form of art whatsoever,” Patrick Crotty in Modern Irish Poetry (The Blackstaff Press, Belfast, 1995) notes, “Contemporary Ireland is clearly hospitable to new poetry,” though he adds,...
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SOURCE: “Dodging Around the Grand Piano: Sex, Politics, and Contemporary Irish Women's Poetry,” in Canadian Woman Studies/Les Cahiers de la femme, Vol. 17, No. 3, Summer/Fall, 1997, pp. 76-85.
[In the following essay, Smyth examines feminist issues as presented in the poetry of several contemporary Irish female poets.]
The preoccupation with Irishness as the primary terrain of criticism has disturbing repercussions for poetry, because poems which do not nourish these critical concerns are considered as either not really Irish, or not really poems.
L'auteure examine les représentations...
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SOURCE: “Earth Writing: Seamus Heaney and Ciaran Carson,” in Essays in Criticism, Vol. XLVIII, No. 2, April, 1998, pp. 144-68.
[In the following essay, Kerrigan compares and contrasts the poetry of Ciaran Carson and Nobel laureate Seamus Heaney.]
In the human geography of these islands, diversity is the rule. Plainly, however, there are regions in which the juxtapositions of difference do not coincide with a tolerant multi-culturalism. Although the Troubles could only have happened in Ulster, there are aspects of the situation which echo across the archipelago. Events in Northern Ireland can seem locked—not least for Seamus Heaney—in a violent past which other...
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SOURCE: “Covert Voices: Women Poets After the Revival,” in Poetry in Modern Ireland, 1998, pp. 319-28
[In the following essay, Schirmer examines the poetry of Irish women writers Sheila Wingfield, Blanaid Salkeld, Mary Devenport O'Neill, Maire MacEntee, and Eithne Strong.]
Irish women poets writing in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries and during the years of the literary revival achieved a certain visibility, even if their work was often subsumed by the various literary or political movements that both supported and contained them. The poetry of Irish women writing in the wake of the revival and the establishment of the Irish Free State was much less widely...
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Bedient, Calvin. “The Thick and the Thin of It: Contemporary British and Irish Poetry.” Kenyon Review III, No. 3 (Summer 1981): 32-48.
Presents an overview of Irish and British poets, singling out Seamus Heaney and Geoffrey Hill as among the best.
Brophy, James D., and Raymond J. Porter, eds. Contemporary Irish Writing. New Rochelle, N.Y. : Iona College Press; Boston, Mass.: Twayne, 1983, 174 p.
Anthology of essays by various critics on such writers as Seamus Heaney, Derek Mahon, Sean O'Riada, Thomas Kinsella, Brian Friel, and others.
Dawe, Gerald. “‘What's the Story?’: Irish...
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