Happy St. Patrick's Day! Here are some comments about a few modern Irish writers I admire.
It is an undisputed fact of
literary history that whereas British writers and readers have always favored
the novel over the short story (although that may now be changing), just the opposite has been the case for their
Irish neighbors. Irish short-story writer Frank O'Connor has attributed this
distinction to differences between national attitudes toward society. Whereas in England, O'Connor says, the
intellectual's attitude toward society is, "It must work," in Ireland
it is, "It can't work." The
implication of O'Connor's remark, echoed by many critics since the 1963
publication of his well-known book on the short story, The Lonely Voice,
is that whereas the novel derives its subject matter from an organized society,
the short story springs from an oral, anecdotal tradition.
This view of short prose
narrative as a form detached from any cultural background, drawing its interest
from the striking nature of the event itself, has always been a central
characteristic of short fiction. One of
the most important implications of short fiction's detachment from social
context and history, argued early theorists, was that although the anecdote on
which the story was based might be trivial and its matter slight, its manner or
way of telling had to be appealing, thus giving the narrator a more important
role than in other forms of fiction. The
result was a shift in authority for the tale and thus a gradual displacement
away from strictly formulaic structures of received story toward techniques of
verisimilitude that create credibility. The
displacement is from mythic authority to the authority of a single perspective
that creates a unifying atmosphere or tone of the experience. It is this focus on a single perspective
rather than on an organized social context that has made the Irish short story
largely dependent on anecdote and the galvanizing voice of the story-teller.
Sean O'Faolain has argued that
the short story thrives best within a romantic framework; the more organized
and established a country is, O'Faolain claims, the less likely that the short
story will flourish there. Although
Ireland, a country that stubbornly sticks to its folk roots, has been a most
hospitable place for the short-story form, O'Faolain seems to have constantly
fought against the romanticism of the short story, yearning for the realism of
the novel. Thus, his stories reveal a
continual battle between his cultural predilection for the short story (with
its roots in the folk and its focus on the odd and romantic slant) and his
conviction that realism is the most privileged artistic convention.
O'Faolain's stories reside
uneasily between the romanticism to which he was born and the realism for which
he yearned. His basic technique might be
called "poetic realism," a kind of prose in which objects and events
seem to be presented objectively, but yet are transformed by the unity of the
form itself into meaningful metaphors.
O'Faolain is a craftsman with an accurate vision of his country and its
people; however, he is a self-conscious imitator of more famous precursors,
never quite able to find a distinctive voice that manifests his individual
talent.
Although best known for her Country
Girls Trilogy and other novels, Edna O'Brien is the author of half a dozen
short story collections that have augmented her reputation as an Irish writer
who has not been afraid to present Irish women as sexual human beings, who
often find themselves caught in romantic fantasies. An early story by O'Brien, "Irish Revel,"
from her first collection The Love Object (1968) and a late story,
"Lantern Slides," from the book of the same name published in 1990,
both of which are anthology favorites, are good examples of her typical themes
and her stylistic range.
O'Brien's "Lantern
Slides," the title story of her last collection, is also a tribute to
"The Dead," for it recounts a contemporary Dublin party in which a
number of characters tell their own stories of love and disappointment. Just as in Joyce's story, the focus here is
on the ghostly nature of the past in which all have experienced the loss of
romantic fantasies. However, the power
of desire has such a hold on the characters that chivalric romance seems an
attainable, yet not quite reachable, grail-like goal. When the estranged husband of one of the
women arrives, everyone hopes it is the wandering Odysseus returned home in
search of his Penelope. "You could
feel the longing in the room, you could touch it--a hundred lantern slides ran
through their minds...It was like a spell...It was as if life were just beginning."
There are no sentimental images
of the emerald isle in John MaGahern's stories in his best-known collection Nightlines,
published in 1970; many are darkly pessimistic.
Moreover, it is not the speaking
"voice" of the Irish storyteller that dominates his stories, but the
stylized tone of modern minimalism.
Typical of the Joycean tradition, McGahern's stories are both realistic
and lyrical at once. Also typical of
that tradition, McGahern is not interested in confronting his characters with
social abstractions but rather the universal challenges of guilt,
responsibility, commitment, and death.
McGahern's best-known story,
"The Beginning of an Idea,"
opens with the first sentences of Eva Lindberg's notebook, which
describe how Anton Chekhov was carried home to Moscow on an ice wagon with the
word "Oysters" chalked on the side.
Because the lines haunt her, she gives up her work as a theater director
and her affair with a married man to go to Spain to write an imaginary
biography of Chekhov. However, once
there, she finds she cannot write. When
a local policeman she befriends entraps her into having sex, she packs up and
leaves, feeling rage about her own foolishness.
On the train she has the bitter taste of oysters in her mouth, and when
a wagon passes, she has a sudden desire to look and see if the word Oysters is
chalked on it.
William Trevor is, without
question, the most respected contemporary Irish short-story writer. Trevor has
said that having been born Irish, he observes the world through "Irish
sensibilities" and takes for granted an Irish way of doing things. However, as a writer he knows he has to
"stand back" so far that he is "beyond the pale, outside the
society he comments upon in order to get a better view of it." The result is that while most of Trevor's
stories are not specifically Irish, even those that are centered in Ireland
transcend limitations of time and place.
Stories from such collections as The Ballroom of Romance (1972), Angels
at the Ritz (1975), and Beyond the Pale (1982) have been republished
in The Stories of William Trevor, published in 1983.
One of Trevor's most famous
stories, "Beyond the Pale," is a powerful example of his treatment of
an Irish theme. When two British couples
make an annual visit to County Antrim on north of Belfast, there seems to be no
sign of the so-called Troubles. However,
trouble in this story is submerged beneath the calm surface. The narrator, Milly, is having an affair with
Dekko, whose wife Cynthia devours all the information she can find about Irish
history and society. After a young man
commits suicide at the hotel, Cynthia tells the others the story he told her
before he died--a romantic fairy tale of two children who fell in love and
lived an idyll one summer at the hotel where the two British couples come
annually for their own idyll. However,
the young girl, becoming involved with political terrorism, is killed, after
which the boy kills himself in despair.
Cynthia uses the story, which everyone thinks she has invented, to
represent all those put beyond the pale by violence and deception, ultimately
relating it to the deception of her husband.
Thus, although the story is an Irish parable in which romantic children
grow into murdering riff-raff, it is also a story of the deceiving British who
try to ignore their responsibility for the Troubles in Northern Ireland.
Trevor also juxtaposes Irish and
British values in "Autumn Sunshine," this time in the person of an
elderly Protestant cleric whose daughter has brought back a young man from
England who identifies with the Irish and wishes to align himself with Rebels
in the South. However, the cleric
recognizes that the young man espouses the Irish cause only because it is one
way the status quo in his own country can be damaged. Such men, the cleric thinks, deal out death
and chaos, "announcing that their conscience insisted on it."
"Death in Jerusalem,"
which Trevor chose for his edition of The Oxford Book of Irish Short Stories,
focuses on Father Paul, an Irish priest who has gone away to America to become
successful in the church and society, and his brother Francis, who has stayed
home to care for their aging mother.
When Father Paul finally convinces Francis to accompany him on a tour of
Jerusalem, Francis is distressed that the actuality of what he sees does not
match the idealized images of holy places he has in his imagination. The Via Dolorosa, for example, does not
compare to his imaginative notion of Christ's final journey; he closes his eyes
and tries to visualize it as he has seen it in his mind's eye. When Father Paul receives a telegram that
their mother has died, he holds off telling his brother until he sees more of
the Holy Land. However, Francis says
Jerusalem does not feel as Jerusalem should; saying he will always hate the
Holy Land, he insists on going home immediately. The story ends with an image of the priest,
who doesn't look and act as observers think he should, smoking and drinking
alone.
William Trevor is a master of the
Irish short story, not because he writes stories about Ireland and the Irish,
but because he has that fine artistic ability, like his most famous
predecessor, James Joyce, to write about trivial, everyday experiences in such
a way that they become resonant with universal significance. Trevor's stories seem to have deceptively
simple realistic surfaces, until one begins to probe a bit more deeply to
discover how tightly built and powerfully realized they are. In the short fiction of William Trevor, the
mere stuff of the world is transformed into artistic significance. Trevor has said that the artist
"attempts to extract an essence from the truth by turning it into what
John Updike has called 'fiction's shapely lies'."
Desmond Hogan's "Diamonds at
the Bottom of the Sea," from his collection of the same name published in
1979, is a delicate love story about a man who, after living alone for many
years, meets an old love who has lived in America. After the death of her husband, she returns
to Ireland, and they both discover how little of their old love has died. The man seems dazed by this turn of events,
as if it were all a dream. And indeed,
the story is like an embodiment of a daydream fantasy of first love regained,
aging forestalled, and old hopes rekindled.
"Can't you see," the woman tells him, "it's the intense
moments of youth. They won't leave, try
as you will."
The main development of the Irish
short, from its roots in the rich folklore of the Irish people to its
post-Joycean modernism, has been one in which the old local color conventions
and stereotypes of Ireland and its people have been replaced with an image of
Ireland as a modern European country.
Although many tourists may bemoan the loss of the old rural images,
lamenting that Ireland and its literature is losing its distinctiveness, the
fact is, most of those stereotypes were due to the biting poverty of many of
the people, the harshness of British rule, and the despair and hopelessness
that lead to the stereotypes of Irish immigration and Irish drinking. The short
story will probably always be a powerful literary form for Irish writers, but
it will probably never again be a form that perpetuates the old local color
legends of the Emerald Isle.