The Royal Society’s celebration of its 350th anniversary continues with the Guardian noting that more wondrous things have been made available online - stunning 3D facsimiles of maunscripts from their archive. The Guardian mentions Isaac Newton’s early biographer and friend - they met in 1718 - William Stukeley’s Memoirs of Newton’s Life, source of the apocryphal tale of the falling apple. Among the other manuscripts online is, another friend and correspondent of Newton’s, philosopher John Locke’s 1681 draft constitutional document for one of the American colonies, the Carolinas. Additionally, there’s an equally wondrous separate presentation [Shockwave file] of long-term antagonist of Newton, as noted here, the ingenious Mr Hooke’s recently discovered handwritten minutes of early meetings of the Society along with extracts from the Society’s Journal - they’ve even provided a searchable transcript of the Hooke Folio.
Tóibín, who receives £30,000 (33,491), defeated the 2009 Man Booker winner Hilary Mantel and her popular and populist novel Wolf Hall . He has also emulated his countryman Sebastian Barry, who won last year en route to winning the overall Costa Book of the Year. The result confirms a pattern by which Costa, formerly the Whitbread, revises the Booker.
Surprisingly, however, the most contentious Booker shortlist omission, William Trevors Love and Summer , did not featured on the Costa shortlist.
Why should we believe long-dead authorities such as Aristotle and Ptolemy when our eyes tell us something different? Why rely on ancient authors when we can open the book of nature and read a different and better story?
Likewise, there are plenty of living would-be authorities here who like to tell us how things are. But when we look for ourselves, through the [new] instrument for rational thinking, our eyes often tell us something different.
In today’s Guardian, Terry Eagleton reviews Fintan O’Toole’s Ship of Fools - “As O’Toole points out, bribery, tax evasion and false evidence under oath have not simply gone unpunished; the very idea of penalising the culprits is viewed by the governing elite as unsporting or even unpatriotic.”
This is partly because Ireland, having in O’Toole’s words “imported” its modernity from elsewhere, is in some ways a country with a first-world economy and a third-world political system. Local, cronyist and clientelist politics still thrive. The state is widely seen as “a private network of mutual obligations” rather than an impersonal body. Palms are greased, backs scratched and old pals promoted, often without much sense that this is anything other than the natural thing to do. The discrepancy between formal and informal codes in the country, between official behaviour and nods and winks, bulks large. Stretching a point or turning a blind eye is rife, in ways that would scandalise many a German or American. What may be agreeable in personal terms can prove lethal in public ones. It is the kind of thing that can happen in a country where everyone seems to have been at school with everyone else.
The Bankers: How the Banks Brought Ireland to Its Knees is an important book. It is a highly readable account of the defining political and economic story of our time. How a group of elite bankers fueled a credit bubble, fought back against government pressure in the wake of it’s collapse and ensured the survival of their culture at taxpayers expense. Shane Ross, the author, is an Irish Senator and business editor of the Sunday Independent.
“Gentlemen, I have had men watching you for a long time, and I am convinced that you have used the funds of the bank to speculate in the breadstuffs of the country. When you won, you divided the profits amongst you, and when you lost, you charged it to the bank. You tell me that if I take the deposits from the bank and annul its charter, I shall ruin ten thousand families. That may be true, gentlemen, but that is your sin! Should I let you go on, you will ruin fifty thousand families, and that would be my sin! You are a den of vipers and thieves. I intend to rout you out, and by the eternal God, I will rout you out.
Starting many decades in the past, Ross takes the reader on a tour, introducing us to Irish banking culture while lining up an historical ruler that invites the reader to draw a line across the broad sweep of history to the present day. As we approach modern times we are introduced to the personalities - at each of the banks and building societies, in the government and at the ‘regulators’. Along the way, we meet young upstarts (including Ken Bates one-time chairman of Chelsea FC), outsiders and pretenders to the throne.
We learn of corruption and cover up, of tax evasion, of overcharging, of whistleblowers and of expansion and raw ambition - the story told in terms of the characters involved. The Bankers really does provide a detailed historical narrative that shows the progression of pre-Celtic Tiger Irish Banking practices that led to the culture of pressure, personality & stroke that lit the credit bubble.
He gives us lots of info on the personalities involved - Seanie Fitzpatrick and his lieutenants at Anglo, the overlap in management style with Michael Fingleton at Irish Nationwide. Both men brought their organisations from humble beginnings to the cusp of greatness and Ross describes in riveting detail the process that led to it’s unraveling. He sheds light on the bankers’ relationship with government - while the builders often made direct donations, the bankers in modern times preferred to operate through the lobby groups they funded (according to Ross the bankers were the largest backers of IBEC).
Of particular importance, he shows that the institutions of the state that had a duty to regulate the banks (the financial regulator and the central bank) had instead built up cosy relationships with them. Not a single banker had been fined by the regulator until well into this crisis, and historically the regulator appeared on occasion to regard it’s role as being that of chief bank defender.
Ross describes an incident involving Eugene McErlean a whistleblower on overcharging at AIB. McErlean had been their internal auditor. Ross says they got on well, despite that “The fifty year old Roman Catholic from Belfast, educated at St. Malachy’s and with a law degree from Queen’s, was not a natural soul mate for a TCD Prod.” When McErlean gave court evidence that he had warned the Central Bank of overcharging at AIB (who themselves did nothing) - the regulator went on the attack - McErlean was confused! Lax regulation contributed to the bubble, but also permitted a series of dodgy dealings during the crisis (e.g. banks making loans to other banks to make their deposit base appear higher), unfortunately for us taxpayers, the bill is in the post.
The book gets progressively better as the story approaches the climax. Ross builds on solid foundations, starting off by focusing on the history & development of Irish banking culture and the personalities involved helps the reader understand the complexities and challenges faced by Brian Lenihan in later chapters as, wet behind the ears, he struggles to get to grips with the crisis and the bankers themselves. It’s an important book, because it is structured in such away that it is easy to cross-reference it with the prescriptions, for the prevention of future crises, provided by experts across the globe.
It facilitates us in assessing the likelihood of success or failure of government efforts in that task. As Ross makes clear, the Fianna Fail government was not as powerful as the Bankers and the permanent government, the mandarins at the Department of Finance, combined. Risk expert Nassim Nicholas Taleb suggests that “People who were driving a school bus blindfolded (and crashed it) should never be given a new bus…
Instead, find the smart people whose hands are clean.”. As such it is important that those who created the problem be replaced by those far removed from it. As Ross tells of Lenihan’s early victories in battle, it is easy for the reader to cheer on our Cú Chulainn in his epic quest, taking pleasure as he collect scalps. But outright victory was not to be, the battle turned, the Bankers bloodied but not beaten managed to mount a formidable defence. While heads rolled, there was to be no purge that would, of itself, force a change of culture in the Irish banks.
While Taleb argues that we need to prevent the “socialisation of losses and privatisation of gains”, we learn that there too our intrepid hero did not succeed. Ross’ book provides as it’s subtext by far the best explanation for NAMA and as to why every single bank was saved. To paraphrase Taleb - In France in the 1980s, the socialists took over the banks. In Ireland in the 2000s, the banks took over the government. This is surreal.
Oxford based Clutag Press are taking orders for the fourth volume of Archipelago - a collection of writing of an archipelagic nature. The volume, costing £10.00, including P&P for Britain and Ireland (£15.00 elsewhere), will be launched on 26 November 2009. The Bodleian bodcasts mentioned previously can be found here - new direct link to Seamus Heaney’s contribution [10.9 Mb mp3 file]. And from editor Andrew McNeillie
Its three years and three issues since ARCHIPELAGOs keel was laid, her plot hatched. That our crews and their hauls have been stellar is indisputable. I wave a grateful hanky to them from the dark depths of the engine room. Weve met much praise from reception committees ashore. Subscriptions have increased in number quite remarkably, and our catchment of postcodes is truly archipelagic, at all points of the compass. You, our subscribers, are our part-owners and agents in the venture, like stakeholders in the Pequod. Each issue is a report to you and we try to do our utmost for you out on the high seas of luck and serendipity, to please you in your passions, your islomania especially.
Issue 4 more than maintains the standard set. Among those landed this time: Norman Ackroyd (and some fourteen images, ten devoted to St Kilda), Ronald Blythe (Family Circles), John Burnside (Amnesia), Douglas Dunn (Instructions to a Saintly Poet), Robert Macfarlane (on Eric Ravilious), Robin Robertson (a long poem on Leaving St Kilda) with much more besides, including work by new young writers on: Jura, and Cornwall; and in Gaelic (St Kildan dialect) with en face translation.
Archipelago: (k p l g), def. 1 Any sea or sheet of water, studded with many isles. We live, though this is easily forgotten, on an island group of exceptional intricacy. Together, the territories conventionally called England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales comprise over 5,500 islands, studding and separating the Atlantic Ocean and the North Sea. And between them, the languages of this archipelago muster dozens of words for island, depending on size, profile, and water-context (fresh or salt; running or still; marine, estuarine or riverine). Listed, these words form a poem of paraphones: skerrie, skellig, sgeir, eyot, eilean, islet, inis, ynys, inch, isle, ailsa, ellan, oilean.
A few years back I remember talking to a senior DUP politician about the fact that the two populations (despite a considerable amount of Peace Processing that’s what they substantially remain) in Northern Ireland each seem to have quite separate public lives that essentially remain locked to one another… it was that thought which prompted me to suggest to the Newsletter’s Sam McBride the small scale inert character of the Twelfth at the hub of many rural Protestant populations may have be obvious to those with family in the Orange Order, but little of it comes across to those of us on the outside… To a large extent, the GAA is an equivalent ‘private public life’ for Northern Irish Catholic society… Reviewing: The Gaelic Athletic Association, 1884-2009...
My own first memories of the GAA was in trailing after my father to an string of county matches including the last time Antrim played at an Ulster final (at Casement Park when they were also soundly beaten by Cavan), and some club matches at grounds where sometimes it was far from obvious where the pitch began and ended. Sometimes in places (when the foreign games ban was still in places) where the soccer posts had to have extensions attached)... In my soccer/cricket/rugby mad father’s case it was the sport that mattered.
In fact the GAA is a simple but efficient bureaucratic organisation whose early history was often a lot more complex in its relationship to those foreign codes it once outlawed than is obvious at firs glance, as an excellent series of essays The Gaelic Athletic Association, 1884-2009 from the Irish Academic Press outlines in some considerable detail…
I have to confess that when I first got the book I ripped straight to Chapter Six, The GAA in Ulster… before calmly going back to the beginning and reading patiently the whole way through… But, according toe David Hassan, Senior Lecturer at University of Ulster, it seems that there was a deal of support from Unionist circles right at the very beginning, which he argues was pretty much killed off when the Irish Republican Brotherhood effectively took control of the 1887 annual Congress after the tempestuous Michael Cusack was dismissed from his post as secretary.
There were no Ulster delegates (much of the early development seems to have taken place in Monaghan, Cavan and Fermanagh), but the Association received 150 letters protesting the take over from clubs across Ulster… The turbulence only drew to close with the formation of the Ulster Council of the GAA in March 1903… In fact right through the book you get a sense of several sets of creative tensions inside the organisation that in combination create the compelling force it has become in Irish society, both north and south.
In Northern Ireland, particularly after partitition. Hassan:
...the GAA in the north came to fulfil a range of fucntion for the people on the ground. Firstly, GAA Clubs existed as a repository of meaning for those interested in Gaelic games and keen to promote a sense of Irish nationalism. In a state where the very idea of expressing an Irish identity was problematic for some, the GAA provided a relatively safe haven around which like minded nationalists could cohere.
Secondly it is clear that the GAA was first and foremost an important, possibly the most important, cultural outlet for the nationalist community of Northern Ireland. Whilst it was undoubtedly politicall when it needed to be, for the most part it was - and still is - an organisation that affords considerable pleasure, pride and identity with all things Irish for its patrons.
Ultimately the GAA in Northern Ireland fulfilled an important counter hegemonic function for northern nationalists in the absense of any alternative outlet for them to protest their long-standing subjugation.
However he goes on to note the irony in how UK taxpayer’s money have gone into bolstering and improving the fortunes of Ulster Football in particular, both at club and county level through aid from Sport Northern Ireland. Support which Hassan notes “has allowed GAA grounds in Northern Ireland to develop at such a rate that they have become the envy of others throughout the rest of the island.” Anyone who knew the Holywood club in the 60s and 70s (then known as the Thomas Russells, now St Pauls) will remember the ‘plate-contoured’ pitch regularly brought under control by the good offices of the local Cricket club (not to mention arithmetically challenged referees), will understand the huge contrast with a modern pitch and facilities, and undreamed of successes on the pitch…
Hassan goes on to recount attacks on GAA clubs, the occupation of the Crossmaglen Club by the British army, and murder of prominent members of the Association throughout the Troubles… In some respects though after a few references in the first part of the Ulster chapter, there is little sense of how the GAA is perceived beyond its core community… There is no mention of the Darren Graham incident, or to the fact that amongst the few Protestant players there are in Northern Ireland tend to filter out long before reaching senior levels in the game…
This is probably the only disappointing aspect of the chapter’s treatment of Ulster, particularly given the powerful analysis by Gearoid O Tuathaigh in the book’s closing chapter, The GAA as a force in Irish Society: An Overview on the challenges facing both the organisation and wider Irish society in the future…
The Codex is an iconic and historic document which dates from the period when the Roman Empire split and the Emperor Constantine, who ruled the Eastern Empire, adopted Christianity. Greek heritage dominated this Empire and the Codex was produced in response to the wish to gather together Greek versions of the principal Jewish and Christian scriptures. It is the earliest surviving book to encompass in one volume the great wealth of texts that have come to be recognised as forming the Christian Bible. It marks a dramatic shift from a culture in which texts were transmitted in scrolls to the bound book. The Codex Sinaiticus is arranged in eight narrow columns across a double-page and may be modelled on the arrangement of columns on papyrus scrolls.
Via the Professor. This does look interesting [If you like that sort of thing - Ed]. Scott Rosenberg’sSay Everything: How Blogging Began, What It’s Becoming, and Why It Matters, available [sometime] at Amazon. There’s also a dedicated website with some sample extracts - such as an intelligent, US-focused, version of the old favourite “Journalists vs. Bloggers”. [Adds It’s worth noting his comments on that chapter.] His own blog Wordyard is here. And here’s his answer to the question “Who was the first blogger?”
As Mick said, it’s Bloomsday! Which is all the excuse I need to repost this still excellent video. Those of a sensitive disposition are duly warned, again, that James Joyce enjoys the language in all its fecund nuttiness. Enjoy. Oh, and now without subscription, heres a good digested read from last year’s Irish Times.
“By yer man James Joyce isn’t it?” About a fellow called Leopold Bloom it all takes place on the June 16th in the year of Our Lord 1904 called Bloomsday after and his wife Molly Bloom or was it Nora Barnacle unusual name wonder where she was from you never know where people wash up Trieste wasn’t it or Zurich he died in did you see the ferry company is using him in those new ads and there’s a pub in Paris named after him Glory be to God 8 for a pint of Guinness they charged and who does he think he is David Norris never stops he’d give you a pain in the how come he’s in the Senate can’t open the paper without seeing him dressed like an Edwardian dandy there he is now crossing O’Connell Bridge over Anna Livia flowing down to scrotumtightening sea a puffball of smoke plumed up from the parapet will you look at the cut of him wonder where he got that straw boater you’d think he was off to the Henley regatta probably on his way up to Trinity he should stop on the way and buy a bar of lemon soap wash his mouth out Darling he called one of the Fianna Fáil senators the other week Jim Walsh it was must have got the shock of his life the Upper House has gone to blazes darling did you ever hear the like in all your born days isn’t it a pity he didn’t say it to Eoghan Harris ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls didn’t he do an awful lot of huffing and puffing defending Bertie who had a point about the tribunal being based on some old law dating back to the rule of perfidious Albion another thing to add to the list of British Beatitudes beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops D’Olier Street looking scruffy wouldn’t you miss The Irish Times clock best paper by long chalks for a small ad on up to Grafton street gay with housed awnings isn’t it hard to get used to Brown Thomas being on the other side of the street lovely windows cascades of ribbons flimsy China silks a tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin oh those were the days my friends now it’s all Your MS two-seventy for a cup of black coffee in The Bailey talk about the rip-off Republic good man yerself Eddie Hobbs wonder will Cowen be any good an Offaly rover he has a lot of experience still look what’s happening to Gordon Brown and won’t the recession be a right shock for the jeunesse dorée tighten your Gucci belts as Charlie would have put it oh they’ll have their wings clipped all right Davy Byrne’s looks very busy they must get sick and tired of people coming in looking for a Gorgonzola cheese sandwich pungent mustard the feety savour of green cheese and a glass of Burgundy there was an Italian in there last week and the Lithuanian barman didn’t have a clue what the fellow was on about Vilnius he said isn’t that in the Baltics fancy wanting to come here wouldn’t you think they’d prefer somewhere warm glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed crushing in the winepress grapes of Burgundy sun’s heat it is there’s that TD from Tipperary Mr Mansergh Minister for the Arts if you don’t mind like the cat who got the cream Martin Cullen must be bucking blue mouldy for want of that pint can you give us a good one for the Gold Cup he must know a thing or two living near Coolmore never put anything on a horse he says ruined many a man the same horses moral pub isn’t it great the way Fianna Fáil is such a broad church all the same where were we at all at all better not forget the shopping will you look at the time and she said will you get kidneys and a nice bit of liver she said will you get those for me heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
The work was enjoyable because Henryson’s language led me back into what might be called “the hidden Scotland” at the back of my own ear. The speech I grew up with in mid-Ulster carried more than a trace of Scottish vocabulary, and as a youngster I was familiar with Ulster Scots idioms and pronunciations across the River Bann in Co Antrim. I was therefore entirely at home with Henryson’s “sound of sense”, so much in tune with his note and his pace and his pitch that I developed a strong inclination to hum along with him. Hence the decision to translate the poems with rhyme and metre, to match as far as possible the rhetoric and the roguery of the originals, and in general “keep the accent”.
To me, the most important aspect of the development of the Ulster Scots identity is that it would take (unionism) out of the internationally damaging context of religious division, into one which is not only understandable, but is even fashionably in harmony with the zeitgeist of todays European Union.
That strikes me as a hard sell in a space where most political parties, nationalist as well as unionist are pretty Eurosceptic… In fact the only party of the ‘big four’ that is in anyway Euro-friendly doesn’t look like it’s going to get a seat… yet the book does sound like a rattling good yarn for those of us just old enough to remember politics before 1972…
I’m always a little wary of getting involved in problems in other parts of the world, particularly in areas where people are inclined to draw glib comparisons with home, but there’s a great little review of Rachel Shabi’s book on the Mizrahi Jews of Israel, ie those who settled there from other Arab and Muslim countries. Richard Crowley notes:
“In Israel, the popular narrative is that the Jews had to flee the Arab lands to escape persecution and that Israel was established to offer them safe haven. What is often eclipsed, Shabi argues, is that many Jews coexisted happily with their Arab neighbours until the fighting over Palestine began. Only when hundreds of thousands of Palestinian Arabs were driven from or fled their homes did the backlash in the Arab states begin.”
Of course, what we know of similar disputed points of history in our own backyard is that they persist as battlelines today. Thus Israeli blogger bataween notes:
Shabi’s claim that ‘Mizrahi ethnic music is banned from public playlists’ strains credulity when Mizrahi artistes like Sarit Haddad, David Broza, Dana International, Avinoam Nini and Ofra Haza are all thoroughly mainstream. Chaqshooka, falafel and mujadera are staples of Israeli food. Mizrahim have reached the highest echelons of political life. Most importantly, intermarriage is running at 25 percent. More and more Israelis are the product of mixed marriages. If this trend continues there will be no such thing as a Mizrahi or an Ashkenazi in the Israeli melting pot.
She builds a compelling case, based on the experiences of family and friends, for the benefits once enjoyed by Jews in Iraq, as against the bleak, official Zionist version. Her forebears, she insists, did not weep by the rivers of Babylon, as they remembered Zion. They danced.
Not quite on the subject, but closely related, is this gripping conversation between Howard Jacobson and AB Yehoshua in Standpoint Magazine…
Here is the authentic early Beckettian tang, straight from the source, unmediated by artifice. He may always have been a verbal show-off but underneath the pyrotechnics lie real humour, real pain. “My dear Tom, Delighted to get your letter. Do write again. This life is terrible and I dont understand how it can be endured,” he writes in 1930 from his parents’ home in Cooldrinagh (errors of punctuation, spelling and grammar have been allowed to stand uncorrected). “I would like to live in a perpetual September,” he writes in September 1935. “One does one’s best to prefer Spring, in vain.” One recalls the story about his comment, made many years later, to a friend who was with him watching cricket on a sunny day and who had just said, perhaps forgetting to whom he was talking, that it was the kind of day that made you glad to be alive; “I wouldn’t go as far as that” was the (apocryphal) reply.
Some liberal commentators take the view that legal rights are like piped water they cannot get enough of them. Howards analysis is a welcome antidote to this view. He discusses the creation of legal rights in the US which have given free rein to disruptive children, at the expense of the other children in the class.
But in fact rights are more akin to the money supply. One cannot improve public welfare by printing new money or manufacturing new rights indefinitely. The creation of a right involves the creation of a corresponding duty in others, and the limitation of the freedoms of others where they conflict with that new right. Freedom, Howard says, becomes merely what is left when those with rights have exhausted their demands.
Howard’s book is a withering critique not of lawyers, but of us: a nation paralyzed by fear, unwilling to assume responsibility, both overly reliant on authority and distrustful of it. Law is wielded as a weapon of intimidation rather than as an instrument of protection..
We have review of Eoin Ó Broin’s Sinn Féin and the Politics of Left Republicanism, London: Pluto Press, 2009 from Douglas Hamilton a former policy advisor in Sinn Fein, who broadly welcomes the commitment it singles from the party towards a more conversational politics, inside the party at least…
This is a hugely important book, not just for Sinn Féin, but also for what the author calls the left republican project more generally in Ireland (those parties and movements in Ireland that have, to differing degrees, mixed nationalism and socialism). As someone who worked for Sinn Féin as a policy advisor for a number of years in the 1990s, I know only too well how difficult it is to raise constructive comment, never mind criticism of the party, in an open way.
That Eoin Ó Broin, as a long-time activist, and at times councillor and full-time official of the party, has done this is of particular significance. Sinn Féin has long suffered from a lack of open and critical internal debate, its members preferring to accept the tablets of stone handed down from the leadership. In the past this was arguably necessary given the nature and context of the struggle that Sinn Féin was pursuing.
However, in the aftermath of the Belfast Agreement and the more stable and less conflictive situation that has ensued, especially in the north of Ireland, this is no longer acceptable.
As an activist within Sinn Féin, Eoin Ó Broin has always offered a refreshingly constructive, novel, intelligent and highly enthusiastic approach to left republican politics both in Ireland and abroad.
Its therefore no surprise to find him articulating his ideas so openly and so well. This book is the first of its kind to engage in a supportive but critical way with the past, present and future of left republicanism and Sinn Féin in particular. Moreover, this engagement is presented in a scholarly (almost in the highly structured framework of a PhD thesis) but highly readable manner.
The author presents a range of deeply searching questions about the left republican project in the past, present and future. In particular:
- what does such a politics represent;
- why has it not become hegemonic;
- what are its current strengths and weaknesses;
- how is it situated internationally;
- what issues has it ignored or misunderstood;
- importantly, what mistakes has it made;
- what does it have to say about actual policies social, economic, cultural, institutional, international, etc.;
- how are policy and strategy formulated and developed;
- how have strategy and policies changed;
- how have ideology, policies, form and practice interacted; and
- what have been the outcomes and impacts, especially when measured against stated objectives.
In other words, a full and comprehensive evaluation of left republicanism is presented where its been, where it is now and where it might be going - seriously deep, difficult and uncomfortable questions with far from easy answers.
A useful historical context is used, looking critically and in detail at the four key ideological stages through which left republicanism has travelled from:
- James Connolly and the formation of the Irish Socialist Republican Party (ISRP) in 1896 (the earlier origins of left republicanism such as the United Irishmen, Young Ireland and the Fenians are also usefully discussed);
- the reorganisation of Sinn Féin from the 1950s onwards, characterised by social conservatism and a narrow political nationalism;
- the period in the 1960s when Sinn Féin was modernised and it re-engaged with more radical Marxist-oriented politics; and finally
- the period since the formation in 1970 of Provisional Sinn Féin, in particular the period from the early 1980s to the present when Gerry Adams became president of the party, a period which saw the party try and combine the traditional republican goals of reunification with a redefinition of the partys socialism.
The author reappraises in a critical way much of the academic (both pro-nationalist and revisionist) and other literature that has tried to explain and understand what is referred to as left republican interventions. These include a detailed discussion of James Connolly, the Republican Congress, Clann na Poblachta, Official Sinn Féin, the Workers Party and Democratic Left. In each case an evaluation is presented looking at how these left republican interventions worked out according to the questions posed above:
- the different contexts within which left republican politics developed;
- the changing nature of ideology and policy;
- the form of organisation and strategy followed, including the use of armed struggle, electoral politics and civil action, and the problems arising from their interaction;
- the issues excluded or misunderstood, in particular class, nation, unionism and gender; and most importantly
- why all the interventions have failed to become hegemonic.
This a completely novel approach in Irish political study and the author throws up some fascinating analysis and conclusions.
In a major chapter the author takes the reader through the period which has witnessed the most success in terms of left republican politics, namely the history of Sinn Féin since 1970. This discussion examines the civil rights movement, the hunger strikes, the shift to electoralism, the peace process, the aftermath of the Belfast Agreement, the IRAs decision to cease military operations, and the deep impact of Gerry Adams and other leaders on all aspects of Sinn Féin activity over the past 30-40 years. This section again examines critically and in detail what took place during this historic period, using the analytical framework referred to above. Some difficult and uncomfortable answers are offered, with the author avoiding easy platitudes and rhetoric.
In the final chapter, the author correctly argues that left republicanism has experienced an ongoing and as yet unfinished attempt to reconcile the competing ideological, organisational, and strategic requirements of nationalism and socialism. From Connolly to Adams this relationship has been problematic and frequently a source of tension.
Revisionists have always argued that the history of left republicanism has been one of failure in terms of achieving its aims of a united Ireland and the development of a truly socialist society.
The cause of this failure they have argued is the consequence of an ideological incompatibility between nationalism and socialism. Not surprisingly, the author disagrees, arguing correctly in my opinion that ideological articulations are never fixed or closed, but subject to the forces of history and the influences of human agency, which are always open to revision.
As the author states, however, this doesnt mean that the revisionist critique should be completely dismissed, as it typically has been to date by left republicans, but that it should be accepted that it poses important questions and reveals uncomfortable truths which demand a response. This critique, the author argues, should be used as a starting point in trying to find out why left republican history has been marked by failure.
Drawing on the writings of a less well-known 20th century left republican, George Gilmore, the author then goes on to argue that the politics of contemporary Sinn Féin are in large part based on a return to the writings of Liam Mellows and Peadar ODonnell, the idea that the national should be prioritised over the social.
The ideological formulations of Mellows and ODonnell, he argues, coincided with the political needs of the post-1970 conflict in the north of Ireland and offered a more accessible point of entry into the world of social and economic radicalism than did Connolly and Marx. With the onset of the peace process Sinn Féin had little time, space or inclination to engage in the broader global debate on the failures and futures of the left.
This meant that Sinn Féins socialism during the 1980s was rhetorical and declaratory rather than based on a serious critique of capitalism, whether in Ireland, Europe or more globally. Economic alternatives were therefore poorly understood and only loosely connected to actual lived experiences.
Perhaps ironically, as the party experienced a period of unprecedented political and electoral growth from the mid-1990s, there was little reason to question the ideological or strategic base of its project. However, with political stability now more embedded in the north and economic crisis deepening in the south, such an approach is clearly insufficient, as was highlighted by the partys relatively poor performance in the 2007 southern general election.
The author argues that Sinn Féin, for the first time in its highly varied history, must depart from its ideological and strategic roots and articulate a left republicanism that integrates as equals both nationalism and socialism.
In conclusion, the author usefully presents what he calls eight theses on the future of Sinn Féin, those key issues which he believes the party needs to pursue:
1. The development of a deeper and more critical understanding of current and future contexts.
2. The ideological articulation of a left republicanism that fully integrates national and socio-economic aspects.
3. The introduction of a more decentralised and horizontal party structure.
4. A change from the strategic logic of reform pursued during the peace process to a new approach based on confrontation, revolution and transformation.
5. The acquisition of state power, not through a centre-right coalition, but by developing alliances with Labour, the Greens and other radical parts of civil society.
6. The development of a strategy upon which activists can build reunification from the ground up.
7. The full insertion of Sinn Féin into the global debate about what it means to be socialist in the 20th century.
8. The need for the party to take a much broader and more intense role in international affairs, learning from and contributing to positive developments elsewhere.
Perhaps not surprisingly, it as at this point that much of the real debate will begin, especially for those actively involved in left republicanism, and those who are active in or give electoral support to Sinn Féin. I see two interrelated problems in what he proposes.
First, because of the historical context Sinn Féin and other left republican interventions have necessarily had to operate within a partitioned Ireland. This has clearly created serious strategic problems for a party that has the reunification of the country as its principal aim.
At a practical level Sinn Féin as the only all-Ireland party has had to organise, function and develop in two quite different states. States that have separate (though clearly related) histories and quite distinct political, economic, social, institutional and cultural contexts and problems.
This has meant that Sinn Féin has had to operate effectively as two, if not three, parties at the same time at the level of the north, the south and the island as a whole. This has created huge tensions in terms of policy implementation and development and organisational effectiveness.
In my time as a Sinn Féin policy advisor I frequently found it difficult to respond effectively when you were having to deal with two very specific political contexts north and south, and one more general ideological context at the all-Ireland level. On occasion the author refers to this problem at least indirectly, but I felt he could have been more explicit.
Moreover, as a policy advisor it was never clear to me how the actual path to reunification was to be realised. Few party documents have spelt this out convincingly and effectively. For me it often felt like I was working in a strategic vacuum, not knowing how my advice, whether in the party as a whole or in the northern Assembly, was contributing to the ultimate aim of reunification.
The continuing actuality of partition as a key problem in a broad strategic, policy and organisational sense, therefore, seems to be understated in the book.
Second, the author argues that Sinn Féin has to shift to a more confrontational, transformational and even revolutionary approach. I could not agree more, but just how likely or even possible is this?
Again from my personal experience working inside Sinn Féin I came across many activists, the author himself being perhaps the best example, who had clear political leanings towards this more radical socialist stance. However, I rarely found a positive reception to such ideas at a higher level within the leadership, apart from in a very general and rather superficial sense. Indeed, on occasion I encountered barely concealed hostility.
As the author argues, this can be explained, if not justified, by the specific political context of the 1980s and 1990s when political stability was the principal objective rather than radical economic and social transformation.
However, unfortunately I still hold serious reservations that such a fundamental strategic and political shift is in fact possible however desirable. The authors ideological explanation of the socio-economic conservatism of Sinn Féin in the last two decades (an emphasis on Mellows and ODonnell rather than Connolly and Marx, as referred to above) may be true, but I cant help think it reads more like an overly academic, ex-post explanation than a true reflection of what actually happened.
In other words, while I share the authors desire to create a more radicalised socialist oriented party, at the risk of being overly negative I have far more difficulty seeing its realisation through Sinn Féin. I hope Im wrong in this regard.
Whatever my reservations, Eoin Ó Broin has produced a brave and hugely challenging and demanding book, one which deserves a wide readership and serious debate both inside and outside Sinn Féin. For those of us who share the authors ideals and hopes, we can only thank him for his stimulating and truly worthwhile book.
It’s a testament to Farmer that he continued in his revolt against the real for his entire writing life and beyond. Precisely because his name never accrued the same aura of many of his peers, his novels still manage to sneak up on unsuspecting readers. They have not been consigned to the intellectual ghetto of “literature” as Vonnegut has, or repeatedly corrupted by the watered-down vision of Hollywood as Philip K Dick has been. They can still be found left lying around for impressionable minds to stumble upon, ready and waiting to deliver a much needed slap in the face.
Oxford based Clutag Press are taking orders for the third issue of Archipelago - “Our voyage is a brief interlude, a cry in the wilderness, across the waste of waters, in the wake of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac and the luxury yacht Climate Change. Undaunted we offer celebratory interactions with landscape and nature, history and remembrance, by both writers and visual artists, including: Norman Ackroyd, Niamh Clancy, Tim Dee, Ivor Gurney (represented by five hitherto unpublished works), Michael Longley, Peter McDonald, Robert Macfarlane, Osip Mandelshtam, John Montague, Les Murray, David Nash, Bernard ODonoghue, Heather ODonoghue, Patrick Parrinder.” Related posts here, and here.
Four years ago (I think) I turned up at St Johns College in Oxford to hear Danny Morrison and Anthony McIntyre speak on the ‘Future of Republicanism’. Inevitably, perhaps, it very quickly turned into a big struggle over the past. Since henry Patterson’s seminal 1989 Politics of Illusion, the air has been thick, it seems, with contending histories and pathologies of Sinn Fein, the IRA and the Republican movement. There are two out at the moment, and one more to come in February. Over at Three Thousand Versts, Chekov has a review of Henry McDonald’s Gunsmoke and Mirrors in which he notes:
The book isnt a history of the IRA or an exhaustive examination of the provisional movement. Rather, it comprises a central thesis, which McDonald fleshes out over 200 odd pages. It is a compelling, and tidily presented, argument. Although its contents might seem somewhat obvious to those who have watched Sinn Féins metamorphosis, they benefit from being laid down in sequential, if rather atomised, fashion.
In my own view, the polemic is less compelling than the facts he peppers the beginning of the book from the movement’s own commemoration to it’s own dead, Tirghra, not least his estimation that only 36 volunteers were killed by the various factions of loyalist paramilitaries - who chose to terrorise the Catholic population by murdering innocents instead - whilst 266 were killed in ‘bungled operations. “Less than 12 where deliberately killed and targeted by loyalist paramilitaries. Moreover, only 40 per cent of IRA casualties were a result of confrontations with their main enemy - the British Army.
Figures which challenge to a large extent the idea that British used Loyalist paramilitaries to target leading IRA figure, in the way that is often suggested. Unlike the socialist government of Spanish Prime Minister Felipe Gonzalez, who used the Grupo Antiterrorista de Liberacion (GAL), a ragbag mixture of hired killers, police assassins and intelligence agents to kill and kidnap.
McDonald also highlights leading figures on the British left, not least Ken Livingston, who in an interview with Olivia O’Leary for Magill Magazine that he’d withdraw the troops with just ten days notice:
“Red Ken clearly had no fears that in that ten-day period the Loyalists would be any trouble. In fact he tellsO’Leary that he would be prepared to stay in west Belfast for the duration of the British pull out.
“The Protestant terrorists wouldn’t get involved in a civil war. They would know that the international forces would stop them. The very balance of terror between the two sides would stop such a war and the Irish could all get down to working out a constitution, a new deal, which Protestants would be quick to have a say in”.
This is a book whose own self declared mission is not to chart a future for Republicanism but to set some records straight on the past. It remains to be seen whether that tradition has a future on the island as whole, or whether it is to confined to the Defenderist tradition of Northern Ireland. By and large according to McDonald, the IRA’s struggle for national self determination rarely raised itself above an at times fairly squalid sectarian war with it’s neighbours.
If the book lacks a certain generosity in its analysis, that may be explained in some degree by the Movement’s own lack of generosity to anyone beyond its own Republican Pale. And it is tough on what David Aaronovich terms the self-exculpatory mythology required to keep an armed struggle going in such unlikely circumstance over such an extended period of time.
“They were interested in how the British not only infiltrated the IRA but also shaped policy; how they promoted and encouraged those emerging bin the movement that were more realistic, the ones who realised they could not win the war. I think it is the central lession they, the US State Departmern officials I spoke to, believed they could draw for Iraq.”
And yet, out of that struggle, for good or ill, Sinn Fein has emerged the dominant political strain within Northern Irish nationalism, which notwithstanding last year’s disasterous showing in the Dail election, still retains ambitions of breakout of the leftist ghetto that previous projects like the Workers Party and Clann na Poblachta abjectly failed to do. It’s long term success or failure may depend on the impact of the kind of analytic work carried by Eoin O’Broin’s Sinn Fein and the Politics of Left Republicanism (Irish Left Republicanism). In which respect, it’s another book that’s both welcome and long overdue.
However, McDonald sets himself the more limited task of taking up Orwell’s imperative (via Johnny) “We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men.”
Willie Drennan of the Ulster-Scots Folk Orchestra launched his second book on Wednesday night at the Holiday Inn, Belfast. A foreword to the event was provided by Mark Thompson, head of the Ulster-Scots Agency, before Willie gave an overview of his book exploring the historical and cultural links between Ulster and South West Scotland - such as Saint Patrick and the Covenanters. Meanwhile the Governments Ulster-Scots phoneline has still had no calls since it was setup in 2004. View Willie Drennans presentation here…
Frank Millar has a book out from the Irish Academic Press called Northern Ireland A Triumph of Politics coming out this Autumn. In it he has a series of candid interviews with figures from Northern Irish politics over a considerable period of time. One of the most interesting is one with former Taoiseach Bertie Ahern, who throws him a particularly juicy line of argument regarding that controversial deadline/timetable controversy:
Giving his account of the vital negotiations preceding the DUP/Sinn Fein deal that saw the Rev Ian Paisley installed as First Minister, Mr Ahern tells Frank Millar:
Paisley could never have made the move he made unless there was an acceptance that policing was going to work. And the Shinners could never have made the decision unless there was an acceptance of the devolution of policing. That was the quid pro quo, which is hugely important.
With that issue left for new First Minister Peter Robinson and Deputy First Minister Martin McGuinness to resolve, Mr Ahern, in an interview recorded after he left office in May, emphasised his belief in a prior understanding between the two sides. Just remember on that point, because I did that bit of the negotiations myself with Ian and with Gerry Adams, he told the author, and it was the quid pro quo.
When asked if he feared Sinn Fein might be tempted to flex muscle and set an early test for the new Robinson leadership over issues like the devolution of policing and justice powers, Mr Ahern said he thought not, while repeating that Sinn Fein had a cast iron guarantee that 1st May (2008) was the deadline for achieving it.
The chapter Ireland at Peace continues: (Millar) Cast iron? (Ahern) It was absolutely crystal clear from the British Government and from everybody else. But from the DUP? Everybody that would move I mean theres no doubt May was the date. Yet the DUP has consistently said it never signed up for May 2008? Yeah, well, I mean listen, says Mr Ahern, clearly unimpressed with any protestations to the contrary now: The devolution of policing from May was part of the deal in my view. OK, you can say that the governments didnt extract that from everyone in writing but it was what the two governments agreed and everybody else agreed.
The English Independent carries a review of a what looks like a fascinating political history, which traces the outline of West Britain, “a coastal littoral from Glasgow and Carlisle, via Belfast, Dublin and Liverpool, to Holyhead, Swansea and Cardiff, whose autonomy - both geographic and civilisational - is insufficiently recognised.”
In its heyday, from 1860 to 1930, this was a littoral whose vigour and sophistication generated great writers, humming trade routes, radical political movements, and world-changing industrial innovations. But this floating commonwealth was not, or not easily, directable from the metropolitan “core” of London and the Home Counties. One of Harvie’s intriguing arguments is that the capital’s semi-landed political elites used the enterprising prole-and-bourgeois energies of West Britain for war and profit, but was surprised when a variety of nationalisms (Welsh, Scottish and of course Irish) emerged from those areas - nationalisms which questioned, until this day, the assumed benefits of Union and Empire.
It hardly seems like 18 months since I blogged the discovery of the 8/9th Century psalter in a peat bog.. ANYhoo.. The Irish Times reports that the the National Museum of Ireland plans to recreate “the Faddan More Psalter”, using digital technology, or re-write it “in Latin by a calligraphy expert following the monastic style of the eighth century.”
The texts are written in Latin with many pages colourfully decorated with yellow, red, white and green however these have faded badly over the years. However it is not as ornately made as the Book of Kells and was more likely a working text, used everyday. It contains a version of the Gallican Psalter, made by St Jerome in 392 AD, which later became popular in Gaul, modern day France, and by far the most popular version in Ireland for centuries.
Museum staff said the text is very similar to the Cathach, the earliest surviving Irish manuscript and also a psalter. Details of the find, analysis and the preservation work carried out over the last 18 months will be presented at a public lecture in museums Kildare Street wing on Thursday.