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Wednesday, May 15, 2024

Lori Presents on Irish Literature


Pool at Laura's condo
Jacquieʼs Email Hello Literary Ladies! FIELD TRIP!!!! As they say, three time's a charm, so get ready to meet in Ossining at Laura Riceʼs home this Wednesday, May 15th at noon for a delicious not lunch and, I imagine, a tour of the breathtaking river views of Scarborough Manor. I've included a scan of the directions Laura handed out at our last meeting below for easy access. Please talk amongst yourselves for organizing carpools.

Joanna will ring the bell at 1pm for a quick meeting at which time Laura will pass around the sign-up sheet for our 2024-2025 meetings when our theme will be Letters, Journals, and Diaries! Lori Walsh will then give her presentation on “1967/1968 Literature Born of Rebellion: Ireland.

I'm so sad I will not be with you all at Lauraʼs, or to hear Loriʼs sure-to-be marvelous presentation, but I will be back for our next meeting at which time I will get to ring the bell as both Joanna and Laura will be unable to attend. Dreams really do come true!

Have a wonderful meeting and I look forward to seeing you all in June. x Jacquie

Christineʼs Minutes Twelve members of the Literature Club, and one guest, Catalina Danis, gathered on the ides of May at Laura Rice’s fabulous new digs in Ossining, with views south to the Tappan Zee and Hook Mountain, across the river to Rockland State Park, and north to High Tor. I would like to report that we watched as bald eagles lunched on Hudson River Shad, but that will have to await our next meeting there. Members lunched on a delicious not-lunch of Orzo salad, hummus and strawberries.

Joanna rang the bell at 1 pm, and thanked our gracious hostess, Laura, and introduced our guest.

The minutes of our previous meeting were read and accepted. The treasury remains unchanged.

Joanna announced that the library’s next speaker will be Don Chen, the ED of the Surdna Foundation. Constance requested help with the job of counting the books to be delivered to Family Services in Yonkers. Joanna volunteered to help with that. Laura passed around a sheet with dates, for members to sign up for hosting and presenting.

A toast was proposed to the late, great Alice Munro, who died 2 days earlier at the age of 92.

Then while clouds massed over Verdietege Hook, we settled in to learn more of Irish history that ever before was imparted in a single afternoon.

Lori, born in 1967, chose to follow the 1967-1968 theme of “Literature Born of Rebellion.” She cited two books that signified in her research: Edna O’Brien’s House of Splendid Isolation, and Patrick Radden Keefe’s Say No: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland.

For the last 7000 years, Ireland has existed as a distinct Celt (or Gaelic) entity, with its language and culture, and religion. But for the last 800 years, it has been in conflict with Great Britain. In other words, the early 20th century rebellion and the more recent ‘Troubles’ follow directly from the prior centuries of British domination and persecution.

And so, with very un-Irish conciseness, the history: the island was settled by the Celts, or Gaels, around 600 BCE. In the fifth century, CE, Saint Patrick arrived, Christianized the population, made mention of the shamrock, and banished the snakes. The Vikings came in the 9th and 10th centuries, trading along the coast, and founding Dublin. The trouble began with the Anglo-Norman invasion in the twelfth century, under Henry II of England. They began by dismantling the ancient Gaelic traditions of land usage, and established feudalism. By 1541, the English controlled the entire island, and Henry VIII declared himself King of Ireland. After wresting land from the Gaelic clans, the king, and then his daughter Mary, encouraged English settlement. Charles I, in need of money, aggressively extracted wealth from the country. This got worse in Cromwellian times: more land was confiscated, and poor farmers were shipped to the West Indies as slaves. And then, yes, it got worse with the forced anglicization of Ireland. Their ancient language was suppressed and ultimately banned, the people became tenants on their former lands and the ancient social order of clans was destroyed. By the 18th century, Catholics were excluded from government. This meant that in 1798, the Irish Parliament—composed entirely of Protestants—was able to vote itself out of existence, so that Ireland would become part of the United Kingdom and be ruled directly from London.

Over the next hundred years, certain men and groups who led the fights against British domination became the heroes and martyrs whose names are still known and revered: Wolfe Tone, Robert Emmet, the Young Irelanders, the Fenians, and the Irish Republican Brotherhood.

Meanwhile, things just got worse for the Irish. In 1841, more than 8 million people lived in Ireland, and most of them were poor farmers, growing a single crop, potatoes. When the potato blight came in 1845 and again in 1846, starvation ensued. The Whig government in London used their newly adopted laissez-faire capitalism to justify their refusal of any help, while still forcing the exportation of other food to Britain. There were countless evictions. Over a million died in the famine, and over four million would emigrate over the next decade. British policy during the famine solidified the Irish resentment and belief in the need for independence.

Yet, it was not until 1996 that a British PM, Tony Blair, expressed the slightest regret for the British culpability in the famine.

There was a brief musical interlude, when we listened to Sinead O’Connor singing “Revenge for Skibbereen,” a ballad in the form of a dialogue between father and son about the suffering of the Irish in the Great Famine.

The Irish immigrants in America and elsewhere, soon began sending financial support for Irish independence.

Parliament’s Land Act of 1903 allowed for a rise in the (previously non-existent) Irish Catholic middle class, the revival of the Irish language, and small independent farmers. In Catholic schools, the glory taught of their Gaelic past was taught alongside the terrors of Hell and Damnation. Irish literature, often with old Gaelic themes, gave rise increasing nationalism, and the desire for Home Rule.

After many attempts, the Home Rule Bill was passed in 1912 and set to be implemented in 1914. Then came WWI, and Home Rule was suspended while the British wanted the Irish to fight with them in Europe. This was not popular.

On Easter Monday of 1916, the Irish Volunteers and the IRA seized several buildings in Dublin, including the General Post Office, where Patrick Pearse stood in the doorway, under the Irish tricolor, and read out the proclamation of the Republic of Ireland.

Terrible reprisals ensued. A British gunboat sailed up the Liffey and laid waste to the center of Dublin. They arrested countless men, and executed sixteen of the Irish leaders, creating instant heroes and martyrs.

Members read selections from …_________________ about the armed struggle. There were strong responses to the British barbarity. George Bernard Shaw denounced the executions, and the Catholic bishops spoke out, and finally gave their full support to the nationalists. W.B. Yeats wrote one of his greatest poems, “Easter, 1916.” 

After the war, a general election was held. In Ulster, in the north, the Protestant unionist vote won, while everywhere else Sinn Fein won overwhelmingly. The Sinn Fein delegates refused to go to Westminster and created Ireland’s own assembly—Dail Eireann—where they met in Dublin on January 21, 1919.

The re-constructed IRA continued to fight the British crown, and in response, the British sent in the Black and Tans. Partition came in May 1921, with Protestant Northern Ireland continuing as a British colony. However, minority populations remained in both the north and the south. The northern Catholics were especially vulnerable to discrimination and violence, a situation that lasted until very recently, with ‘The Troubles.’ The struggle in the south continued until the creation of the Republic of Ireland in 1949.

And onto the great Literature Born of Rebellion.

Members read from Brendan Behan’s Borstal Boy (1958).

Then we read several poems by William Butler Yeats: “Easter, 1916; Sixteen Dead Men; On a Political Prisoner; The Rose Tree.” 
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

 Those famous last lines from “Easter, 1916,” continue to be emblematic of the Irish bravery and the Irish struggle.

Roddy Doyle was born in Dublin in 1958. We read selections from his novel A Star Called Henry, about a young boy who becomes an IRA volunteer and fights on Easter Monday 1916. We hear about the scene at the General Post Office from the point of view of Henry.

There was, alas, no time for Frank O’Connor or Sean O’Casey. But there is never enough time for all the great Irish literature we would like to read. Thanks to Lori, who then sped home and flew off to Dublin in the evening.

Respectfully submitted,
Christine Lehner, Recording Secretary

Wednesday, May 1, 2024

Gita Presents Henry Miller

Henry Miller
Jacquieʼs Email
Dearest Literary Ladies, With the little I know about Henry Miller, it seems apropos that this May Day, the Literature Club of Hastings-on-Hudson will be meeting to hear Gita present: “1934: The Year Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer Was Published.”

We will be meeting at noon on Wednesday, May 1st at Constance's charming home. The highly popular Lit Club Not Lunch will be served. Joanna will ring the bell promptly at 1pm to begin our meeting.

At the moment it looks like it will be a beautiful day, so those who will be walking to avoid the tight parking around the high school will have a lovely time of it. Constance says you are welcome to park in her driveway. I hope to see many of you there! x Jacquie

Christine's Minutes Fourteen members of the Literature Club–as well as Gita’s daughter, Ilse Willems, flown in from Paris for just this event–gathered in Connie’s living room. A not-lunch, that did not include Connie’s famous poached salmon, was enjoyed by all. (Though there was smoked salmon, lest anyone go home in despair.)

Our President, Joanna, rang the bell at precisely 1 pm, and thanked our gracious host. Vice-President Laura passed out copies of her doctoral dissertation (said to be in the style of Henry James)–either that, or those pages comprised the directions to her home in Ossining, famous for its views. In the spirit of E.B. White, Linda simplified: drive north, then turn left.

Our treasurer reported that we currently have $422.73.

Joanna reminded us that the library’s annual gala will be held on June 9th, from 5:30 to 8pm. The theme will be “Songs that Tell a Story.”

Lori, in her capacity as head of the Hastings Youth Council, told us about her youth group’s plan to do something intergenerational, specifically to engage with senior citizens (a demographic to which some of us qualify). They have had one successful event and would like to do another in June.

Christine related a recent news item about the theft of numerous first editions of Pushkin from libraries all over Europe.

The minutes of the previous meeting were read and accepted.

Onward to Gita’s riveting presentation on Henry Miller, a writer we all know about, but few have actually read. This was about to change. In the spirit of full disclosure, Gita told us that if you read the Tropic of Cancer or the Tropic of Capricorn, you will likely come away thinking that the world is about to end, that all men are horrid alcoholics, and all women are prostitutes. To set the mood, Gita read us a section from the Tropic of Cancer, describing Olga, a prostitute with warts and halitosis.

However, Henry Miller was greatly admired by young writers; they were drawn to his complex prose, his character studies, his surrealism and mysticism, his use of stream of consciousness and explicit language.

It was 1934, and our Gita was born in Latvia, while Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer was published in Paris. It would be banned in the US for the next twenty years; but it was frequently stolen from libraries. (Miller and Pushkin have this in common.) To the dismay of those of us with prurient minds, Gita announced that, in our assigned readings, she would be skipping the sexual passages and focusing on passages revealing Miller’s bipolar personality.

Although Cancer was the first to be published, Capricorn comes first, chronologically, when seen as his autobiography. Thus, Gita began our readings with the Tropic of Capricorn.

Miller on himself: “I was a philosopher while still in swaddling clothes.”

Members read a wide array of selections, dealing with topics such as his Christmas birth, his father the Congregationalist deacon, Dostoyevsky, how Myrtle Avenue in Brooklyn is like Dante’s vision of hell, his shame when a Black man doffs his cap to him, Strindberg, and Babylonian whores.

From the Tropic of Cancer, we read passages about Miller’s time living at the Villa Borghese, his friends Boris and Carl, his decision not to seek perfection, his view of Paris as an artificial revolving stage, Germaine the whore, the therapeutic effects of proofreading, his “menagerie of a brain pan,” the idea of America, and returning to America.

Only once we were well-acquainted with his writing, did Gita give us a brief (and perhaps sanitized) view of his life. Henry Miller was born on December 26, 1891, to German-Lutheran parents. They lived in Manhattan and Brooklyn. In 1924 he worked at Western Union in NY, while he struggled to become a writer. In 1930 he moved to Paris, where he would write his two great novels. He became friends with many surrealists. He returned to the US in 1940 and settled in Big Sur, California. He was married five times and had three children. At the age of eighty he published a collection of essays. In 1973 he was nominated for the Nobel in Literature. He died in 1980 in Pacific Palisades.

Members all expressed their delight at getting to know the work of Henry Miller, all in one lovely afternoon.

Respectfully submitted,
Christine Lehner, Recording Secretary

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