From there we'd continued
south to Wexford, to Frank O’Connor’s Cork, and to the quaint seaport town of Youghal
(where—so we’d been told by a priest at breakfast one morning, in a scene right
out of Dubliners—parts of the 1956 movie
Moby Dick had been filmed), then on
to the wild west coast, to the spectacularly moody Dingle Peninsula and the
Ring of Kerry. From there, taking our time, we’d worked our way north to Galway and (the very goal
of the trip for me) to the rocky Aran Islands, the starkly evocative setting of
John Millington Synge’s best-known plays, The
Playboy of the Western World and Riders to the Sea. I knew that the rocky,
desolate islands, so vivid to me from my study of Synge’s plays, were also the
birthplace of one of Ireland’s best-known writers, Liam O’Flaherty, whose
novel, The Informer, I had just finished
reading back in Cork.
Set in 1920’s Dublin in
the wake of Bloody Sunday, during the Irish War of Independence, The Informer tells the spare, if deeply stirring
tale of a down-and-out ex-revolutionary named Gyp Nolan, a hulking brute of a
man who, in an act of desperation, informs on a friend and fellow Nationalist
for the reward of twenty pounds, a betrayal that costs his friend his life. For
the Revolutionary Organization (a militant, republican, vaguely communist faction
based loosely on the IRA) there is no crime more heinous than that.
What ensues is an exquisite,
at turns excruciatingly measured depiction of the means by which the
Organization—that “thing that was full of plans, implacable, reaching out
everywhere invisibly, with invisible tentacles like a supernatural monster”—uncovers
the informer’s identity then circles slowly
round its prey, a ghastly unraveling which the reader devours with that impotence
and fascination with which one watches the destruction of Oedipus at Thebes. As
in Steinbeck’s novel Of Mice and Men,
the central character Lenny of which bears a striking resemblance to O’Flaherty’s gormless hero, one knows from the start that Gyp
Nolan is doomed—and dreads it. And still one reads on, propelled by the
atmosphere, the tension, the prose, nearly sick with pity for this simple-minded man.
Liam O’Flaherty (1896-1984), born Liam Ó Flaithearta,grew up in the small
village of Gort na gCapall on one of the Aran Islands. He attended Holy Cross and University College
in Dublin before joining the Irish Guards.
While fighting on the Western
Front he suffered shell shock, resulting in two successive nervous
breakdowns. After the war he moved to
the United States, where he lived in Hollywood for a time before returning to
Dublin where he died at the age of 88.
Best known for his novels, Famine,
The Sniper, and The Martyr, as well as for his wickedly satirical tract, A Tourist’s Guide to Ireland, he was awarded the James Tait Black Memorial
Prize for The Informer in 1925.
Peter Adam Nash
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