Small World: Ireland 1798-2018

Small World: Ireland 1798-2018 Seamus Deane

When Seamus Deane died on May 13th 2021 it was a sad day for Ireland, opening up a void similar to that left by his friend, Seamus Heaney, nearly eight years ago.  Deane spent his 81 years becoming, and then being, an Irish writer: one whose sensibility was closely aligned with that of the young republic.  The events, a century before his death, surrounding the Government of Ireland Act of 1921, provided the context for the entirety of Deane’s life and he devoted his work to illuminating that history through his own prose and poetry and his critiques of other writers.

In 1996 he completed Reading in the Dark, an autobiographical novel consisting of fragments of memoir and folklore woven together to fabricate a thrilling display of magic realism.  Much of what happens in Reading in the Dark is incomprehensible to the young narrator and, indeed, universally unknowable. Thus the reader also must grope in the dark to piece together the political, sectarian and historical meaning of the vignettes.  Born in 1940, Deane grew to manhood in Derry before travelling to Belfast for his first degree and thence to Cambridge for his doctorate.

As an academic Deane spent the majority of his career at University College Dublin. He was, from 1981 a director of Field Day, for whom he edited several publications and a central figure in Irish letters, a member of both the Royal Irish Academy and Aosdána.  In his critical work Deane deployed a post-colonial approach and as a poet, author of three volumes, he focused on violence and history. In the poem ‘Send War in Our Time, O Lord’ that ‘history is personal; the age, our age’. Deane’s life and work provide a comprehensive reading of the years of Ireland’s freedom and so it is apposite that fewer than 14 days after his death Cambridge University Press was able to launch his first book in 15 years, Small World.

Of the oxymoronic title John Banville writes ‘Nothing small here, only the broadest view and the deepest insight.  Ave magister’.  It is impossible not to revere this anthology even without opening it.  Deane’s face stares out from a black and white cover, piercing eyes within a granite-hewn face, a set mouth and thoughtful brow.  There is, ironically, a similarity to the physiognomy attributed by the youthful Deane to ‘Prods’, that is ‘thin mouth, blue nose, pinched disapproving faces with starched expressions’.  

In his ‘Acknowledgments’ Deane explains that Joe Cleary ‘persuaded me to make this selection of essays’ and Cleary goes further in providing a foreword.  One of Ireland’s foremost post-colonial theorists himself, Cleary, now of Yale University, strives to place Deane in his rightful position as the world’s most notable Irish literary critic.

Ireland is not the easiest place to be acknowledged.  Even if the great political rift, separating a portion of the United Kingdom from the rest of the island, is set aside there remain bitter struggles and rivalries between counties and regions.  This phenomenon is addressed in Chapter 14, ‘Wherever Green is Read’. In this witty, acerbic treatise Deane assesses the 75th anniversary of the Easter Rising in 1916.  Looking back from recent centenary commemorations Deane’s remark seems prophetic: ‘the revisionists are now themselves more vulnerable to revision because their pseudo-scientific orthodoxy is so obviously tailored to match the prevailing political climate that its claims to “objectivity” have been abandoned as disguises no longer needed’.

It is difficult for public intellectuals such as Deane to be fairly judged if, as Cleary insists, their peers purposefully corral them within, for example, the term ‘nationalist’. Cleary is on a mission to cement Deane, and his reputation, in the minds of his compatriots as a champion of Irish writing within the honourable context of European intellectual traditions.  

It is heart-warming to witness these two giant Irish academics appreciating each other in such a generous manner and it becomes an emotional synchronicity that the book Cleary proposed and drove to fruition was finished in time to be published whilst celebrations of Deane’s life are still echoing in the halls and libraries of universities in Europe, the United States and further afield. 

Mealy-mouthed cavillers should now be silenced as they turn to Small World to kick-start their reunion with Deane’s work: this selection of essays, chosen by their author, displays a ‘taster menu’ of his academic output covering, as the subtitle reveals, Ireland, 1798-2018. Cleary’s preamble provides the signposts and stepping-stones needed to begin to understand Deane’s worth.

Piles of these grey, gravestone-like tomes will be populating librarians’ trolleys in every university in the United Kingdom and the United States.  Shipments will be unpacked in Australia and New Zealand on their journey to student bookshops on campuses throughout the archipelago. Lecturers in departments of Irish Writing in Eastern Europe and Japan will scramble to buy their own copies and read them in time for debates with colleagues and students in canteens and seminar rooms. Pencils will be sharpened ready to scratch angry or affirmative marginal notes, whilst computer files await screeds of characters assembling words to argue with Cleary or Deane or both. 

For inclusion in Small World Deane chose essays on, for example, protestants Burke and Tone, novelists Joyce and Bowen and poets Yeats and Lavin.  His analyses are commanding: strong arguments not to be assailed unless by heavy artillery and prolonged shelling.  The word ‘dogmatic’ presents itself as a descriptor of Deane’s work, although it could happily be replaced with ‘authoritative’.

Writing about Anna Burns in the chapter ‘Emergency Aesthetics’ he states that Milkman ‘is the most comprehensive attempt in Irish fiction to represent a society that is almost entirely in a state of emergency’.  Deane narrates a section of Burns’s 2018 novel in this way: ‘the occupying army eventually kills the bad Milkman, having killed four others in error before that and wounded the fatherly milkman in its penultimate display of lethal incompetence’.  Here is the familiar voice of Deane.  The boy, whose English essay was overlooked by his teacher in favour of another boy’s, learnt his lesson.  Convolution of phrasing and intricate diction do not produce good writing.  Plainness and simplicity do.  It is difficult for Deane, a man who devoted his life to the obfuscations and split hairs of academic thinking, to maintain his passion for accessibility.  But clarity shines through the occlusion when he turns his attention to Milkman.

Burns’s lucid prose attracts him but he is also attuned to her for reasons which have nothing to do with her style and everything to do with her choice of location in place and time.  Set in the Belfast of the late 1970s, whilst the Troubles were at their height, the political violence that Burns chronicles in Milkman is the bread and butter of Deane’s lifelong focus.  Deane quotes a passage ‘you couldn’t just die here, couldn’t have an ordinary death here, not anymore, not by natural causes, especially not after all the other violent deaths taking place in the district now. It had to be political, had to be about the border, meaning incomprehensible’.

Belfast late 1970s Irish Times

Deane is fascinated by Burns’s creation of a ‘dystopia, a district in a time warp’. Her novel must return him to his own student days in the city and beyond that to his childhood and youth in Derry where he lived the ‘incomprehensible’ life that he recounts in Reading in the Dark.

Deane declares Milkman an ‘aesthetic success’, stating that its political message, the ‘occupying forces’ eventually killed the baddy, is not important.  He seems to enjoy the ‘comic undertow’ and cartoonish nature of the Booker prize winner comparing it to Martin McDonagh’s Leenane trilogy and Patrick McCabe’s Butcher Boy.  These pieces he thinks ‘naturalise violence making it a glamorous commodity’ culminating in the understanding that violence has saturated both social and political worlds.

Deane (left) and Heaney

Seamus Heaney is lauded, and teased, in the chapter, ‘The Famous Seamus’ but having predeceased Deane, the elder Seamus cannot now eulogise his former schoolmate.  If he could, doubtless he would repeat T.S. Eliot’s words to Ezra Pound: il miglior fabro – the better craftsman.

Works cited

Burns, A. Milkman. Faber & Faber. 2018.

Deane, S. Reading in the Dark. Jonathan Cape. 1996.

…- Small World: Ireland 1798-2018. Cambridge University Press. 2021.

A version of this review was first published on pages 33 and 34 of the Weekend section of the Irish Examiner on 3rd July 2021. It is reproduced here by permission of the Editor.

Wild Woods

Wild Woods: the magic of Ireland’s native woodlands

Richard Nairn

Wild Woods is an account of a personal experiment undertaken by ecologist Richard Nairn. Made somewhat despondent by a lifetime trying to influence countryside policy in Ireland, Nairn turned to nature itself for a new shot of inspiration. Using cash from his future pension he bought a small wood on which he could, at least on his own piece of land, prevent what he describes as the catastrophic decline of wildlife.  

In his introduction Nairn lists some shocking facts: in spite of being listed by the EU as ‘highest-value habitats’, Ireland’s special-designated-areas have declined to ‘poor’ or ‘inadequate’.  Almost a third of all species of flora and fauna are threatened with extinction.   Waterways and lakes are becoming increasingly toxic.

It is very disappointing to discover how a country, famed throughout the world for its natural beauty, is creating its own destruction. The gashes caused by the wholesale removal of peat bogs have long been obvious and the preference for coniferous timber trees rather than broadleaved woodland forests can be seen on the slopes of the hills.  But it may be that rather than turning a blind eye, Irish people just have not realised the severity of the situation. 

Anyone reading Wild Woods will have their consciousness well and truly raised.  But conservationists, who are aware of the dangers, find themselves fighting against barricades raised by all sorts of commercial lobbyists.  It is like being in Maze Runner: a series of cul-de-sacs and dead ends. If it is not farming interests it is something else, although it always seems to come back to farming interests.

Ironically the custodians of the original woodlands were planters from the UK who also had the foresight to place and nurse avenues and stands of saplings for the benefit of their heirs.  On their estates woodsmen toiled under the canopies, coppicing and felling, for the health of the remaining trees.  The chopped out logs were used for a wide variety of domestic necessities or burnt for charcoal. Nairn’s research was, of necessity given the history of Ireland, based on the British documents such as the19th century Ordnance Survey maps as well as inventories and journals maintained by the colonisers. 

In his book A Natural Year, recently reviewed in these pages, Michael Fewer complains about the way that, in spite of his repeated efforts, Coillte continued to neglect a pond in the woods near his house.  It was allowed to become stagnant and lifeless.  In Wild Woods, on the other hand, Nairn writes about the recently established, not-for-profit venture Coillte Nature which aims to move towards bio-diversity and ecosystem services.  Nairn finds hope in this national effort and not just because it supported the publication of his book.  He hopes that those of his peers who Coillte Nature employs to achieve their admirable aims will be able to learn from grassroots projects such as his own, scaling up the methodology to sizeable regenerations across the country. 

Wild Woods is not as overtly political as this review makes it seem.  It is in the personal investment of funds and time that Nairn’s manifesto is expounded.  The book is actually about the way he works his muddy, overgrown copse to benefit the plants, birds, animals and insects that inhabit or used to inhabit it.  Structuring the text season by season he relates how he restores and rehabilitates, painstakingly, the bio-diversity that originally pertained in bygone times.  He is passionate about his wild wood.

Rochard Nairn. Image: naturatrees.ie

Reading Nairn’s book is an opportunity to learn, not only what needs to be done across the island, but also how relatively easy it would be to implement some small changes for the better even in a back garden.  And in a time of pandemic the story will communicate feelings of wellbeing just like those Nairn experienced as he tackled a backbreaking task or stood, for long quiet musing minutes with his boots deep in forest mast, listening for the tiny sounds of vertebrate and invertebrate creatures and the whisper of the breeze in the leaves.

Works cited

Fewer, M. A Natural Year. Merrion Press. 2020.

Nairn, R. Wild Woods. Gill Books. 2020.

A version of this review was first published on page 37 of the Weekend section of the Irish Examiner on 30th January 2021. It is reproduced here by permission of the Editor.

Ireland in the European Eye

Ireland in the European Eye. Edited by Gisela Holfter and Bettina Migge

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See Ireland First:  Irish Tourist Association. 1928.

Ireland in the European Eye is an eclectic set of essays collated by Gisela Halfter and Bettina Migge. The volume emerged from work done between 2014 and 2018 by the Royal Irish Academy’s committee for the study of Language, Literature, Culture and Communication. The idea is that the essays should, through European arts, show how Ireland is perceived from the continent.

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Gisela Holfter. University of Limerick.

The editors faced several problems. The scope and range of their project is enormous, embracing many European states and a variety of art forms, whilst many of the contributions are, as is often the case with academic writing, focused on microscopically small issues.

Secondly, in between continental Europe and Ireland looms the bulk of Great Britain. Unless you want to adopt a misty-eyed stereotypical view of a legend-ridden, romantic landscape of Atlantic crags, lakes and hills with green fields dotted by the white and black of grazing livestock, you must see Ireland as a conjoined twin. Severing her from Northern Island would result in a loss of blood which would likely prove fatal.

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Bettina Migge: University College Dublin

Thirdly, of course, there is the banana skin of Brexit. Any socio-political book, compiled and published before a definitive Brexit date is bound to contain inaccuracies and unproven assumptions.

But Halfter and Migge seem unbowed. Their balance of male and female contributors serve up a smorgasbord of subjects. Just like the arrangement of dishes on hotel continental breakfast tables they are labelled clearly. There is an introductory section of three essays which provide historical background and contextualisation.   Part Two looks at literature, probing the ways that Ireland is represented in European texts as well as how a variety of countries respond to Irish Literature. A third part widens out to other forms of art including architecture, film, music and fine art whilst the final unit looks at tourism and journalism.

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The penultimate contribution is a study of the AerLingus inflight magazine, cara. Focussing on the years between 1997 and 2017, Linda King analyses some covers of the journal in terms of the concept of Irishness within the field of tourism. Earlier examples, accompanied by colour reproductions, seem to be heavily aimed at American and European tourists, extolling as they do the Guinness Storehouse and a lovely ruined castle surrounded by daisy spotted meadows.

Later there are covers aimed at luring the Irish to exotic places such as Prague, Palma and Nice. It is a convincing piece of work detailing the airline’s marketing strategy response to the rise and fall of the Celtic Tiger.

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An earlier chapter by David Clark looks at Ireland in the literatures of Spain. It concentrates mainly on regions that have longed for independence, including Galicia, Catalonia and the Basque Country. Clark states that the Galician ‘Nós (Ourselves) movement drank from the twin cups of Irish nationalism and Joycean modernism’. One Galician writer, Xosé Cid Cabido entitled a novel Blúmsdei – a phonetic transcription of Bloomsday, whilst another, Manuel Rivas, restyled his family name as O’Rivas. MUnknown-2.jpegeanwhile in Madrid, Mario Vargas Llosa, an immigrant from Peru, published in 2010, the same year that he became Nobel laureate in literature, The Dream of the Celt, fictionalising the life of Roger Casement.   Irish critics, Fintan O’Toole and Colm Toíbín, find the novel flawed and Clark, himself, thinks that the absence of Ireland as a location is a handicap in reimagining Casement’s Irish nationalism.

An essay by Finola Kane discusses what she calls ‘the architectural embodiment of the Irish nation’. Kane shows that travel writing has, over the past two centuries, presented Ireland as a country of domestic architecture. Portrayals sometimes tell narratives of cabin evictions or, like one of Paul Henry’s chocolate box paintings, depict white cottages nestling in moorland. She argues that ‘depopulated rural landscapes are a personification of Ireland’ which endures.

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A Connemara village: Paul Henry.

And therein lies the rub. Many non-Irish contributors are unable to negotiate beyond the Ireland they absorbed from the cadences of Yeats’s lyric poetry. The more mundane reality, such as in ‘September 1913’, which speaks of urban fingers ‘fumbling in a greasy till’, eludes them.

Works cited

Cid Cabido, X. Blúmsdei. Xerais De Galicia Edicions. 2006.

Eds. Gisela Holfter and Bettina Migge. Ireland in the European Eye.  Royal Irish Academy. 2019.

Vargos Llosa, M. The Dream of the Celt. Faber & Faber. 2010.

A version of this review was first published on page 45 in the Weekend section of the Irish Examiner. It is reproduced here by permission of the Editor.

 

Protestant and Irish

 

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Edited by Ian d’Alton and Ida Milne

Exposure of the 20th century Irish Protestant

The Marxist expression ‘lumpenproletariat’ is one of the ugliest phrases ever coined. But the idea of lumping all versions of Irish Christianity, that are not Roman Catholic, under one word, Protestant, is almost equally crass. In the preface to Protestant and Irish, the ubiquitous Roy Foster, immediately deconstructs the P word by describing, in his own home place of Waterford, ‘a smorgasbord of non Catholics’ including Church of Ireland, Presbyterian, Baptists, Methodists and Quakers.

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Friends’ Meeting House in Cork

The editors of Protestant and Irish, Ian d’Alton and Ida Milne, are historians, as are the contributors of essays to this collection. None of them use words carelessly. Milne and d’Alton explain that they themselves are Protestants from differing contexts: the middle class Dublin suburbs and the farming south-east. They acknowledge, in their explanation of the book, that their ‘tribe’ is composed of a ‘broad spectrum’ within the 26 counties. Beliefs vary greatly between the different sects, and, location-clumping, as is often the case in Ireland, plays its part too.

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Presbyterian church, Co. Cavan

Any generalisation about the Protestants in Ireland is precarious. But the editors hope that ‘readers will feel enlightened’ by the essays and that they ‘will chuckle in recognition at the Protestant condition they know and come to understand, just a little bit better, the ones that they do not’. A worthy ambition undoubtedly.

Protestant and Irish covers the period from the birth of independence to the 1960s. Milne and d’Alton write of a worldview in which ‘the religious minority were regarded as MOPE, The Most Oppressed Protestants Ever, among the Irish, who are MOPE, The Most Oppressed People Ever’. This book, although written by academics, is going to raise a smile among readers.

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Methodist chapel, Clonakilty

Foster recounts, for example, a description of the Church of Ireland, by the great essayist Hubert Butler. It was ‘a poor old phoenix, moulting and blind and bedraggled, gazing mesmerised into the fire, but unable to summon up the courage to take the last leap’. At the same time, he said, ‘I still think it has the power to lay a very fine egg’.

Foster, d’Alton and Milne all recognise a gap in the reporting of the experience of Protestants in the Free State and Republic of Ireland. Milne and d’Alton see the end time, for this first volume, as the 1960s because they think that a companion needs to be published to cover the years of the conflict in the North up to pre-Brexit days. A third, it seems likely, will need to delve into the 2020s and beyond.

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Grace Baptist church, Killarney

Less convincing, perhaps, is the way the editors respond to the lacuna. Many of the essays, as is typical when specialist academic papers are reworked for generalist publication, are very narrow in focus. Whilst the authors may gallantly extrapolate meaningful conclusions from miniscule fields of study, their mighty oaks are teetering on tiny acorn bases.

It could be argued that the ‘foxhunting, heartless landlords or land-grabbing planters’, the quintessential MOPE, Most Oppressing Protestants Ever, deserve to be written out of Irish history after 1922. It was surely a time for them to ‘keep their heads down’. Many did try to render themselves invisible and to assimilate by keeping their lips buttoned. In private they might belittle ‘Catholic piety and backwardness’ but with a gender imbalance of 2.4 there was a surplus of Protestant spinsters needing Taig husbands.

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St. John the Baptist, Church of Ireland, Drumcondra.

Protestants, according to Milne and d’Alton, managed to preserve ‘their economic, cultural and social status without much disruption or cost’ and this selection of essays sets out to explain some of the reasons why. Inside the covers there is information that has never before been exposed to the light of day; pick up the stone and see what is underneath.

Works cited

d’Alton, I and Milne, I. eds. Protestant and Irish: the minority’s search for place in independent Ireland.  2019. Cork University Press.

A version of this review was first published on page 42 of the Weekend section of the irish Examiner on 25th May 2019.  It is reproduced here by permission of the Editor.