Ashby Jones, The Angel's Lamp.
Winchester/Washington, Top Hat Books, Jan. 2016. £10.99 pbk. 275pp.
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[It is just by chance, honest, that this review of - among other things - a "love story" is posted on 14th Feb.]
In the run-up to the centenary of
Dublin's Easter Rising, the publication of this novel is well timed. (Other signs of attention being paid to the anniversary are a forthcoming conference and an exhibition of photographs.) |
Fiction is
not history, radical or otherwise, but it can certainly stimulate interest in
aspects of it and perhaps question some of what people think they know; it can
also of course reinforce myths and received versions of events. This book may
do a bit of both, the balance depending on the individual reader. Or it could
perhaps, but not easily by anyone with any knowledge of the setting, be read
simply as a story - the familiar trope of sworn enmity turning into (doomed)
love. To let on that the two main characters don't live happily ever after
isn't much of a spoiler since the real-life biography of Nora Connolly, the
female protagonist, is known and accessible. She has spoken for herself about 1916.
That's Nora as in the daughter of
James Connolly, who puts in a personal appearance to inspire the hero, Johnny, and
make him question and soon reject his role as a soldier (with an Irish
background) in the British army. The author professes "utmost care and
respect" in "fictionalizing the lives of historical persons" and
refers to their "prevailing, recorded personalities". He has done a
lot of research, and includes a bibliography, albeit a predominately
Irish-Nationalist/Republican one.
He prefaces the narrative with the inevitable quotation
from W. B. Yeats ("a terrible beauty..."), and another from St.
Patrick, while the title is apparently a mystical-religious allusion (so there
are cautionary signs), and it is in romantic-nationalist and religious mode that
we find the leaders of the Rising here. It may be unfair to criticise the less
than justice done to Connolly's politics given that the viewpoint is Johnny's
and "politics confused him". There is only a passing reference to
"strikes a while back" and defence of strikers, by contrast with rather too much about
"blood sacrifice", martyrdom and similar dubious notions, but this may reflect the position Connolly had reached in 1916 after defeat on the industrial front in the 1913 lock-out. The extent
of popular support or lack of it for the rising is not given much attention, apart from its being "a lost cause". In another passing reference Connolly, it is said, "even believes in the equality of women", and Nora is a strong character, far from being there merely as the love interest.
Part 1 is set in Dublin in the
immediate aftermath of the Rising, recounting the details of the executions, mistreatment of prisoners and
repression that followed; Part 2 is in Cork where Johnny, having deserted, goes to throw in his lot
with the rebels fighting the notorious Black and Tans and the Essex Regiment,
brutalised by war service on the Western Front. The actions of the British are
unflinchingly exposed, in case anyone had illusions about imperialism or was in doubt about the behaviour of the
soldiery and the authorities in such situations. There is some
acknowledgement too, if not entirely even-handed or free of double standards, of the authoritarian military and macho mindset of the rebels, from whom
Johnny has to escape, aided by Nora and with the necessity of leaving Ireland, to save his life.
Although the book is readable, there are some incongruities of style in
the writing in the form of American idioms and other jarring notes. Possibly
the most alienating (perhaps in the salutary Brechtian sense of reminding us
that this is a cultural construct, not "real") is the repeated perverse
spelling of the Irish name Saoirse (Freedom) as Sarosa.
Top Hat Books make rather large claims
for their "Historical fiction that lives", including an allusion to
"radicalism", and this sort of thing may indeed have much to offer as
a counter-balance to the traditional biases of the genre. Whether or not it means
that "The reader, when they [sic] finish, will snap the book closed with a
satisfied smile" is a more challengeable assertion. In this case a wail of
despair from the pacifist or the student of subsequent Irish history, or an
exasperated snort from the more politically aware, especially those of a left-libertarian persuasion, might be nearer the mark. Worth
looking at, though, and almost certainly not the worst book relating to the
Easter Rising that will be appearing this year. It remains to be seen whether
it will be among the best.
L.W.
“The Council of the Irish Citizen Army has resolved, after grave and earnest
deliberation, to hoist the green flag of Ireland over Liberty Hall, as over a
fortress held for Ireland by the arms of Irishmen.
“This is a
momentous decision in the most serious crisis Ireland has witnessed in our day
and generation. It will, we are sure, send a thrill through the hearts of every
true Irish man and woman, and send the red blood coursing fiercely along the
veins of every lover of the race…”
James
Connolly, Workers’ Republic, 8-4-1916
According to wikipedia:
Saoirse (Irish pronunciation: [ˈsˠiːɾʲʃə], [ˈsˠeːɾʲʃə]
or [ˈsˠɯːɾʲʃə]; roughly SEER-shə) is an Irish and Scottish female given name meaning"freedom", which became popular in Ireland in the
1920s.
Sarosa is a
genus of moth in the family Arctiidae. Species[edit]. Sarosa acutior (Felder, 1874)
