From this place nineteen years ago the Republic of Ireland was proclaimed. This was the scene of an event which will ever be counted an epoch in our history – the beginning of one of Ireland’s most glorious and sustained efforts for independence. It has been a reproach to us that the spot has remained so long unmarked. To-day we remove the reproach. All who enter this hall henceforth will be reminded of the deed enacted here. A beautiful piece of sculpture, the creation of Irish genius, symbolising the dauntless courage and abiding constancy of our people, will commemorate it modestly, indeed, but fittingly.
(Eamon de Valera’s dedication of the Cuchulain statue at the Dublin GPO)
In Dublin . . . Neary . . . was recognized by a former pupil called Wylie, in the General Post Office, contemplating from behind the statue of Cuchulain. Neary had bared his head, as though the holy ground meant something to him. Suddenly he flung aside his hat, sprang forward, seized the dying hero by the thighs and began to dash his head against his buttocks, such as they are. The Civic Guard on duty in the building, roused from a tender reverie by the sound of blows, took in the situation at his leisure, disentangled his baton and advanced with measured tread, thinking he had caught a vandal in the act.
(Samuel Beckett’s Murphy)
On April 21, 1935, Irish Prime Minister Eamon de Valera commemorated the nineteenth anniversary of the Easter Rising by dedicating a statue of the mythic hero Cuchulain at the Dublin General Post Office, where the Irish rebels had proclaimed their country’s independence from British rule and made their courageous but ill-fated stand. De Valera’s speech had been preceded by an elaborate military procession of nearly 7,000 Irish Regulars and Volunteer forces, including some 2,500 survivors of the 1916 rebellion, who marched past large crowds lining Dublin’s main thoroughfare, O’Connell Street. Following the unveiling of the statue, the masses along the street saw the largest military parade that had ever passed through the
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Beckett’s General Post Office scene, written within months of de Valera’s dedication, gives us a glimpse of a writer whose concerns are decidedly political as he calls into question dominant cultural values.1 While de Valera’s commemoration asserts the importance of a univocal history and authentic traditions for the newly liberated nation-state, Beckett’s response protests the hazards of fetishizing essentialist identities, condemning both the uncritical celebration of the past and the homogenization of the present within an increasingly rigidified national community. It presents us instead with the image of a heterogeneous postcolonial society in which the extraordinary gesture of a one-man minority confronts, on the one hand, the symbolic deployment of a national mythology meant to silence the discord of contemporary history and, on the other hand, the last vestiges of a colonial police state that promises to forcibly interpellate the postcolonial subject. Despite its apparent futility, Neary’s demonstration on the “holy ground” of the Irish Republican movement demands that no political ideologies, particularly those that would limit and enclose the postcolonial nation in archaic images of Irishness, can claim transcendent or metaphysical authority. What is perhaps most striking for readers of Beckett,
The time has come to read Beckett in these terms. Since Georg Lukács first identified his writing as the “ne plus ultra” of “bourgeois modernism” in 1957, the large and varied body of Beckett criticism has done relatively little to dispute his supposed status as an “ahistorical” and “apolitical” artist.2 Whether critics have described the evolution of Beckett’s writing as moving toward modernist psychologism or postmodernist écriture, they have routinely portrayed his novels as progressively relinquishing their tangential concern with social realism for an outright rejection of the external world. This critical perspective, while identifying Beckett’s prose as an important contribution to twentieth-century literature, views his writing as somehow hermetically sealed – cut off from any ideological investments that would require readers to acknowledge its relevance to the historical and political, much less the postcolonial. When critics have placed Beckett’s writing in conversation with other texts, it has almost always been to position him at the vanguard of modern European literature. Meanwhile, critical responses to James Joyce, W. B. Yeats, J. M. Synge, and other Irish modernists have long since begun to view their writing with an acute awareness of the political conditions in their native land, the first nation to decolonize in the twentieth century.3 Once the insights of postcolonial theory and criticism are acknowledged, Ireland’s fraught modern history cannot simply be ignored, and the detachment of Beckett’s writing gives way to a sense of its insistent interaction with other discourses and hence with political interests. This acknowledgment in turn raises several important questions for the present study: if Beckett’s novels have been seen as striking anomalies within the canon of European literature, might this be because they enunciate an alternative response to the issues of nation, language, identity, and even humanity? If we investigate the relation of Beckett’s novels to the Ireland they persistently
To address these questions is to recover Beckett’s novels as early examples of postcolonial writing concerned in previously unexamined ways with the legacy of British imperialism and the vicissitudes of postcolonial identity. Rather than detaching these novels from their specific historical coordinates and reading them as canonical works of literary modernism or postmodernism, Samuel Beckett and the Postcolonial Novel describes an emergent form of writing that complicates these ascriptions by confronting the enduring forms of colonial identification that ground essentialist nationalisms and restrict postcolonial subjectivity. In this regard, Beckett’s novels bear comparison to more recent postcolonial texts in which, as Timothy Brennan writes, “the contradictory topoi of exile and nation are fused in a lament for the necessary and regrettable insistence of nation-forming,” so that “the writer proclaims his identity with a country whose artificiality and exclusiveness have driven him into a kind of exile – a simultaneous recognition of nationhood and an alienation from it.”5 In the case of Beckett’s novels the conjunction of exile and the nation is particularly well marked. While the texts considered here, beginning with his long-unpublished first novel, Dream of Fair to Middling Women (1932; 1992), and culminating with his renowned trilogy (Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable, 1951–53), were written during periods of residence in Ireland, England, and France, each interrogates the tropes of national belonging, each reassesses the territorial and identitarian concerns that have shaped modern Irish history. Beckett wrote the iconoclastic General Post Office scene in Murphy, for instance, soon after departing Dublin for London in 1935, a journey retraced by his wandering protagonist, whose life story articulates both a longing for home and a critique of calcified national identities. Considered in this light, Beckett’s novels reveal themselves as remarkable examples of how postcolonial writing registers the exchanges between the inner life of individual consciousness and an outer world of public imperatives, as well as those between the self-contained space of the novel form and a discursive environment including not just the literary tradition, but also political rhetoric, painterly texts, and anthropological representations. By examining the topoi of exile and nation contrapuntally, revising the critical perception of Beckett as a determinedly isolated figure to include the historical context of Ireland, I seek to understand better not just the formal and ideological
When Samuel Barclay Beckett was born near Dublin in 1906, the whole of Ireland was still part of the United Kingdom as it had been since the Act of Union in 1800 – and under British rule as it had been since the English Reformation and King Henry VIII’s decision to reconquer the island. The Home Rule movement had once again stalled after the split of the Home Rule Party and the death of its erstwhile leader Charles Stewart Parnell in 1891, events precipitating more than a decade of strife within the movement itself. The Irish Government Bill of 1893 had been defeated in the House of Lords and, although elections in the year of Beckett’s birth produced a landslide for the Liberals, Home Rule was no longer a priority in the British Parliament. Beckett was raised in an Irish Protestant family of Huguenot lineage that belonged to an upper-middle class of businessmen and professionals remote from the Catholic mainstream of Irish culture. He grew up in Foxrock, a fashionable enclave on the outskirts of Dublin, where his childhood was one of bourgeois comfort and social respectability, largely divorced from sectarian resentments and the tormented aspirations of Home Rule. One night when Beckett was 10, however, his father took the boy and his brother up Glencullen Road to a vantage point from which to view the city ablaze in the aftermath of the Easter Rising. It was an image that was to remain deeply etched in his mind. Sent off a few years later to be educated at the Portora Royal School near Enniskillen, County Fermanagh, Ulster, Beckett was residing in one of the six counties that were cordoned off and rechristened Northern Ireland as a result of the 1921 Anglo-Irish Treaty. As his biographer James Knowlson suggests, the young man could not have but discerned the ongoing violence on both sides of the partition as he returned home to the Free State for holidays and saw the British troops stationed at the newly drawn border.7 If Beckett was largely isolated from such images as an undergraduate at Trinity College, Dublin’s Protestant university, he nonetheless developed a political conscience that was rather glibly summed up by his professor and mentor, Thomas Rudmose-Brown, who described his protégé as “a great enemy of imperialism, patriotism and all the churches.”8 The young man’s impatience with the stifling inheritance of British imperialism and the conservative ethos of the new state accompanied him abroad to France, where he spent a year tutoring at the École Normale, and to England, where he joined many other down-and-out migrants looking for opportunity at the depths of the Great Depression.
Although Beckett essentially left Ireland for good in the 1930s, and although his career first flourished in the artistic circles of Paris, his literary
The central concerns of Beckett’s fiction and the trajectory of its development should be understood in relation to the cultural and political context of decolonization as a postcolonial people confront the legacy of colonialism, often rearticulated in the chauvinism and insularity of their cultural nationalism. It is a testament to the value of this perspective that it can illuminate the
The Irish Free State which took hold after independence in 1922 has often been seen as failing utterly to live up to the promise of the revolution that
If a decolonizing nationalism had once served Ireland as an effective means of resistance to British dominion, resulting in political independence for the island’s southern twenty-six counties, the state-centered nationalism dominant after independence inclined toward the status of a restrictive ideological authority. In the late colonial period, cultural forces such as the Irish Ireland movement brought together myths of cultural purity, common heritage, and collective rootedness in particular territories; in the early postcolonial period, cultural nationalists sought, perhaps even
Although Beckett has long been seen as a rather laconic figure in relation to Irish politics and society, he responded directly to these troubling developments in his early critical and occasional writings. While still a student at Trinity, he published “Che Sciagura” (1929), a mock-Socratic dialogue which satirizes the Irish ban on contraceptives by reiterating the eunuch’s lament in Voltaire’s Candide, “what a misfortune to be without balls.” Written in riposte to the recommendations of the Committee for Enquiry into Evil Literature, this rather arcane bit of burlesque also attacks the Catholic Truth Society (CTS), which had organized public demand for the Censorship Bill and its provisions against the sale and advertising of contraceptives. To protect the supposedly distinctive Irish way of religious life and practice that was an essential component of national identity, the CTS had even printed up a pamphlet with a series of recommendations to the Committee. It is in this context that the declarations of Beckett’s unnamed speakers take on their political (and comic) resonance: the first speaker, who is suffering from a lack of amorous activity, nevertheless assumes “the uncompromising attitude as advocated by the Catholic Truth Society”; his interlocutor responds, “I understand that the bulk of their pronouncements are of a purely negative character.” Beckett’s mockery is directed not just at the prohibitive measures advocated by the CTS, but at his masochistically conservative countrymen who have allowed themselves to come under the thrall of such groups. While the second speaker proposes “the illusory compromise as practised exclusively in the Gaeltacht” (the Gaelic-speaking regions of the island where, apparently, they are partial to the so-called “rhythm method”), the first can see only one possible response to his situation: “can you not understand that the most extreme and passionate form of any act whatsoever, more so than actual participation, is an energetic, vehement, and self-conscious abstention?” Although such sentiments presage those expressed by many of Beckett’s later protagonists, it is made clear here that they do not belong to the ascetic or the eccentric, but rather to the chauvinist who denies whatever enters Ireland from abroad via “the Antrim Road, Carrickarede Island, and the B. & I. boat threading the eye of the Liffey on Saturday night,” just as he refuses to “go up north” to Ulster or “across the water” to England in order find relief for his condition.12 What the satire objects to most vehemently, then, is a form of national isolationism, contrived by the state in the name of a conservative Catholic Ireland that would constitute a culturally homogeneous and rigidly moral nation.