Show Hide image Cultural Capital 2 October 2014 Romancing rebellion: the culture that spawned the Irish rebels of Easter 1916 Despite the wealth of sources on this subject, a puzzle remains: not only about the effect of the rebellion but about what caused it to take place. Print HTML Vivid Faces: the Revolutionary Generation in Ireland (1890-1923) R F FosterAllen Lane, 496pp, £20 For many historians, the aftermath of the 1916 Rebellion in Ireland has been intriguing, a puzzle. The events are well known: on 24 April 1916, a volunteer army occupied Dublin’s General Post Office and read a proclamation of the republic declaring the end of British rule. After six days of fighting with British troops, who employed heavy artillery and incendiary shells, the rebels surrendered. The Easter Rising ended with the execution of the leaders and the arrest of thousands of Irish militants and civilians. Is it possible that the rebellion led to a radical change of opinion in Ireland, enough to make British rule in the southern part of the country impossible thereafter? Was it simply the “terrible beauty” of the rebellion, in W B Yeats’s phrase, the sheer foolhardy idealism of it and the execution of the leaders that led to the landslide victory for Sinn Fein, which won 73 seats out of 105 in Ireland in the December 1918 general election? Or was the country moving in that direction in any case? Or was the early release of prisoners by a wavering British government an important factor in setting the scene for what became known as the war of independence? Or was the feeling that southern Ireland would have to separate from the empire fomented more by the threat of conscription in the last years of the First World War, with the increasing knowledge of the waste of life in the conflict, including more than 30,000 Irish dead? Did it matter that the leaders of the rebellion died as good Catholics and the news of their bravery and religiosity and patriotism was spread throughout the country by a brilliant publicity machine? Lady Gregory, one of the founders of the Abbey Theatre, was at her house in the west of Ireland when the rebellion in Dublin broke out. Her only son was in the British army. Her letters are an interesting example of how quickly public opinion changed in Ireland, how swiftly people moved from being shocked by the rising, or being openly opposed to it, to feeling a strange sympathy with its leaders. Just after the rebellion, she wrote to Yeats: “It is terrible to think of the executions or killings that are sure to come – yet it must be so – we had been at the mercy of a rabble for a long time both here and in Dublin, with no apparent policy.” But after the execution of the leaders, including Patrick Pearse and Thomas MacDonagh, both of whom she had known, her attitude changed. Within a few weeks, she wrote to Yeats again: “My mind is filled with sorrow at the Dublin tragedy, the death of Pearse and MacDonagh . . . It seems as if the leaders were what is wanted in Ireland and will be even more wanted in the future.” It took another six years and a long guerrilla war (from 1919-21) before the Irish Free State was established in 1922. The compromises involved led to a civil war (1922-23) between those willing to settle for the dominion status (with the British monarch as head of state) granted by the Anglo-Irish Treaty and those who saw it as a betrayal of the Irish republic proclaimed in 1916. Sources for the military aspects of the rebellion and its aftermath are elaborate, almost too plentiful. This is due to the Bureau of Military History, which was set up by the Irish government in 1947 and took 1,773 witness statements from participants in the rebellion and the war of independence, with the agreement that the archive would be closed until all those involved in its making had died. It was not opened until 2003. That this treasure trove changed the way the rebellion could be analysed can be seen in works such as Charles Townshend’s Easter 1916: the Irish Rebellion (2005) and The Republic: the Fight for Irish Independence, 1918-23 (2013). Since the publication of these two books, a further valuable archive about the period of 1916-23 has been made public: the Military Service Pensions Collection, which includes applications for pensions, with much corroborated detail on military activity, by those who took part in the fighting on the Irish side. Thus the military aspect of the struggle for independence in Ireland has entered the realm of a “known” known. Although the historians of the future may differ about details or points of emphasis, they will use the material from the Bureau of Military History and the Military Service Pensions Collection as their main sources for the study of what happened from the Irish perspective. The puzzle remains, however, not only about the effect of the rebellion but about what caused it to take place at all. Was it merely a breakaway group of diehard poets and intellectuals, with a small following, who saw England’s difficulty as Ireland’s opportunity and went to their own death, causing mayhem all around them for the sake of a half-thought-out notion of Irish freedom? Where did they come from, these people? Where did they get their ideas? Answering these questions requires a great deal of subtlety and care and a study of sources way beyond the new material about military activity in Ireland during the period. R F Foster’s Modern Ireland (1988) set a template for how Irish historians could look at the strange mixtures of alarming discontinuity and periods of odd underlying stability in the country between 1600 and 1972. Foster dismissed the easy Irish story of conquest and then a slow, persistent quest to win freedom from conquest. He took local studies and examined variations within the pattern to create pattern of uncertainty, making a nuanced narrative that required constant qualification. He allowed himself, having considered the source material, to be unsure, to deconstruct myth, to raise questions rather than produce easy interpretations. With his two-volume biography of W B Yeats, published in 1997 and 2003, he took this idea further, making judgements even more subtle and careful. Foster’s Yeats was not a single personality who could be simply understood. His mind was in constant flux and his loyalties, too. Indeed, in any given day, Yeats could be four or five different people. Out of this battle within the self came the poetry. Foster wrote superbly not only about these private battles but also about the very public battles that seemed to give Yeats such energy. In essays written during this period, Foster seemed particularly interested in other figures who had moved both easily and uneasily between Ireland and England, reinventing themselves on the journey, including writers such as Trollope, Bram Stoker and Elizabeth Bowen. He was also fascinated by the connections he could find between the 19th and the 20th centuries, always looking for areas of continuity and influence rather than single moments in which everything became new, in which ideas or movements seemed, on first glance, to have risen without trace. His latest work, Vivid Faces: the Revolutionary Generation in Ireland (1890-1923), puts forward a most interesting explanation for the power and influence of the 1916 Rebellion. Indeed, his book, filled with nuanced interpretation, is likely to change the way we view the rebellion and the period before and after. His thesis is that the revolutionary period was created not by a group of diehards but by a generation. Instead of looking at accounts of the events offered years later, he has studied contemporary diaries and letters, including love letters, and has examined an intricate network of personal and family relationships. Chapter one begins: “The men and women who made the Irish revolution knew that they were different from their parents.” They wanted, according to Foster, not only to create a new country but to create a new way of living. In their love lives, in their relationship to art and literature and theatre, a new politics emerged. While this new politics was not easily apparent in the days of the rebellion itself and indeed became submerged in the public life of the new Irish state, it provided the essential impetus for the movement that led to independence. The work of this generation that Foster identifies also shows that the rebellion was not an isolated incident, but rather the culmination of much intense social and literary and also sexual activity. These people who wanted to make a new Ireland had deep roots in middle-class society, especially in the cities. Thus the rebellion could not be easily quelled; shooting the leaders and pacifying the city would not end the trouble because the trouble began as a powerful and protean energy, rather than a set of dull aims. A group of intelligent people set about re-creating the world in their own glittering image. Because of their remarkable talent and optimism, the world could never be returned to the way it was. “The changes that convulse society do not appear from nowhere,” Foster writes. “They happen first in people’s minds, and through the construction of a shared culture, which can be the culture of a minority, rather than a majority.” What mattered in Ireland came later to be seen as narrow nationalism but in the 15 years before the rebellion it took many other guises. A study of personal papers, Foster writes, indicates “a slate of ideological preoccupations which extend beyond 1848-style romantic nationalism, powerful though that impulse is. Secularism, socialism, feminism, suffragism, vegetarianism [and] anti-vivisectionism pulse through the bohemian circles of Dublin, and even Waterford and Cork, in the decade before 1916.” Foster is prepared to entertain new ideas about what happens in the making of a revolutionary generation. Given that Irish historians are, in general, a staid bunch, content writing narrative history or using the standard archival material, this book stands out. (I await, for example, A History of Dullness in Ireland, or A Brief History of Irish Foolishness, or even an Irish historian working on a history of colour, as Michel Pastoureau has so brilliantly done in France.) Foster allows the revolutionary generation to dream themselves into existence; his job is to interpret their dreams using the clues they left. His title Vivid Faces comes from Yeats’s “Easter, 1916”, a poem full of self-interrogation and ambiguity that includes these lines about the leaders: We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead. And what if excess of love Bewildered them till they died? In a later poem, “Meditations in Time of Civil War”, Yeats further questions what became of the vivid faces: We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart’s grown brutal from the fare . . . Foster is ready to look at love and dreams, fantasy and bewilderment, as he charts the imaginative lives of the generation that was the first to cause the British to “clear out”, as Yeats beautifully put it. He entertains the idea that those whose lives he describes were nourished by “a fantasy of reordering the family one inherits and replacing it with a new, liberated entity”. He quotes Lynn Hunt’s The Family Romance of the French Revolution on the idea of a revolution that reflects “creative efforts to reimagine the political world, to imagine a polity unhinged from patriarchal authority”. This means we can read Patrick Pearse’s erotic poems and Roger Casement’s diaries of his sexual exploits not as aberrations but as essential to their revolutionary spirit as they sought to liberate themselves from traditional ideas of sexuality. In chapters with titles such as “Playing”, “Loving” and “Reckoning”, Foster writes with intriguing detail about the MacSwineys in Cork (Terence, as lord mayor, was to die on hunger strike in Brixton Prison in 1920), the Sheehy-Skeffingtons in Dublin (Francis, a pacifist, was to be shot by a mad British officer during the 1916 Rebellion), the Ryans from Wexford (Jim, a medical student, was in the General Post Office in 1916 and later became finance minister; four of his sisters married Irish revolutionaries) and the Gifford sisters (two of whom married leaders who were shot after the rising). Foster takes it that we know about their military exploits; what he writes about here is their work as writers and actors and artists, their love lives, their passionate involvement in the world that they wished to re-create. Their dreams led, of course, to bloodshed, to the heart grown brutal, and were dampened in the disillusion of the Irish Free State. However, in the years described here, their faces remained vivid because they had a vision of the world that they hoped would come. In writing about them, Foster has managed to produce the most complete and plausible exploration of the roots of the 1916 Rebellion and the power it subsequently exerted over the public imagination. As the centenary approaches, his book will be essential reading for anyone who wishes to follow the argument about the Irish revolutionary generation. Colm Tóibín’s latest novel, “Nora Webster” (Viking, £18.99), is published on 2 October › “Hares in the Old Plantation”: a short story by Kevin Barry This article first appeared in the 24 September 2014 issue of the New Statesman, The cult of Boris More Related articles The political perils of Keeping Calm and Carrying On Henning Mankell’s Quicksand is a grave, yet intensely beautiful, book Mass murder by muddle: a new history of the Holocaust
Show Hide image The Staggers 1 February 2016 What I learned from writing a musical about Jeremy Corbyn's life And how he can use it to turn his fortunes around. Print HTML The latest opinion polls are likely to have made Jeremy Corbyn’s spirits sink faster than a puncture to his beloved bicycle. His party is eight points behind the Conservatives – its lowest position at this point in the electoral cycle since the Second World War, and far worse than Labour under Ed Miliband at the equivalent time after the 2010 election. Even if polling companies are nowadays barely more reliable than Hilary Benn’s adherence to collective responsibility, Corbyn still has a significant problem if he aspires to be doing something more than tending to his allotment come 2021. Even if he does manage to hang on as Labour leader until the next election, his best case scenario appears to be avoiding total electoral implosion. Having spent the last few months writing a satirical play about the Labour leader, Corbyn the Musical, I have spotted what may be the last hope of the otherwise condemned man. Unfortunately for Corbyn, the answer is not so simple as to come and watch the show – he may enjoy the comedy, but it won’t help with the polls. As I’ve discovered in researching and writing the musical, there appears to be a fascination with Corbyn far greater than the interest in any other politician. This is not necessarily a good sign, of course, particularly if the appeal lies merely in a form of political rubbernecking at the car crash of his time in charge. However, Corbyn does genuinely engage the public – and in some cases excites them – like no other contemporary politician. People of all political hues have been quick to tell me how excited they are about coming to see the show, and while I’d like to think that’s down to my world-famous comedy writing, in part it’s because people can’t wait to see a play that involves Corbyn as its star. The obsession with him is odder still given that he, personally, is hardly the liveliest of characters. Compare him even to the much more TV-friendly Diane Abbott, let alone a tub-thumper like Dennis Skinner. Corbyn is the quiet man in the corner, sipping on a glass of water and worrying about which manhole cover he can photograph next. Ed Miliband was Alan Clarke by comparison. Somehow, though, this doesn’t matter, because Corbyn has the rare ability to energise people with the force of his ideas alone. Granted, the majority of the country doesn’t seem to agree with him, at least for now, but when he speaks, people listen and engage with what he says. How many normal people genuinely cared about Ed Miliband’s views on anything? Similarly, up and down the country, there’s no great clamour to find out what a supposed charisma-politician like Boris Johnson really thinks in his heart of hearts - still less big figures on the left like Yvette Cooper or Alan Johnson. This interest is all the more remarkable given how similar Corbyn’s views are to those he held some 40 years ago. There is very little that’s hot off the press. That came through very clearly in writing Corbyn the Musical - without spoiling the surprise, the play’s plot revolves around a nuclear crisis between Britain and Russia, that Corbyn has to try to defuse – and the answer lies in the apocryphal motorbike trip taken by Corbyn and Abbott to East Germany when they were lovers in the 1970s. It is surreal enough that one of today’s leading politicians was already politically active more than a decade before the fall of the Berlin Wall, but even odder that the Jeremy Corbyn of the 1970s who we depict holds the same views as the man in charge today. The only different is the thickness of his beard. The Corbyn factor translates into tremendous recognition amongst members of the public. A YouGov poll just two weeks after he became Labour leader found that 89 per cent of people knew who he was, compared to 34% for other senior members of the Shadow Cabinet - and Corbyn was more recognisable than George Osborne, who had already been Chancellor for more than five years. This, surely, is Corbyn’s last opportunity. People know him, and they are listening to him. So far, he hasn’t won them over. But, crucially, he still has the window of opportunity to do so. And, if all else fails, well, Jeremy, we’re always willing to offer you a cameo in the show. Corbyn the Musical by Bobby Friedman and Rupert Myers is at the Waterloo East Theatre from April 12-24, tickets are available at http://waterlooeast.co.uk/ More Related articles Barbie has a new look. Time to celebrate? The Conservatives are so committed to the Northern Powerhouse they've moved it to London Could Portugal give new hope to Europe's warring left?