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Life
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[ top ] Bibliographical details Selected Stories of Mary Lavin (Harmondsworth: Penguin 1981), Contents: Lilacs [first publ. in Tales from Bective Bridge, 1942]; The Long Ago [first publ. in The Long Ago and Other Stories, 1944]; The Becker Wives [first pub. in The Becker Wives and Other Stories, 1946]; A Single Lady [first publ. in A Single Lady and Other Stories, 1951]; A Likely Story [first pub. in A Likely Story, 1957]; The Patriot Son [first pub. in A Patriot Son and Other Stories, 1956; rep. in Georgia Review, No. 20, Fall 1966, pp.301-17]; The Great Wave [first publ. in New Yorker, Vol. 35, 13 June 1959, p-p.28-37; rep. in The Great Wave and Other Stories, 1961]; In the Middle of the Road [first publ. in New Yorker, Vo. 37, 3 June 1961; rep. in Kilkenny Magazine, Nos. 12-13, Spring 1965, pp.90-106; rep. in In the Middle of the Fields and Other Stories, 1967]; Happiness [first publ, in New yorker, Vol. 44, 14 Dec. 1968; rep. in Happiness and Other Stories, 1969; reps. incl. Bodley Head Book of Irish Short Stories, 1980, and David Marcus, ed., Irish Short Stories, Sceptre 1992, pp.171-189]); A Memory [first publ, in A Memory and Other Stories, 1972; rep. in Ben Forkner, A New Book of Dubliners, Minerva 1989, pp.158-202]; The Shrine. [Supplied by Sarah Briggs.] [ top ] Criticism
Bibliographical details [ top ] Commentary [ top ] Robert W. Caswell, Mary Lavin: Breaking a Pathway, Dublin Magazine (Summer 1967), pp.32-44, cites Frank OConnor, review of The Girl at the Gaol Gate, in Review of English English Studies (April 1960) [She fascinates me more than any other of the Irish writers of my generation because more than any of them, her work reveals the fact that she has not said all she has to say]; Augustine Martin, The Stories of Mary Lavin, in Studies (Winter 1963) [q.pp.] [reason for this critical neglect, I feel, is almost wholly an extra-literary concern. An explantion of it would belong - to borrow a distinction from Dr. Leavis - more to the history of publicity than the history of literature], also letters of Seumas OSullivan, viz., This [Lilacs] is, in my opinion, not only the best of your stories which I have, so far, read, but one of the finest studies written by any Irish author. Your skill in the telling, the obvious truth in the characterisation - the quiet tragedy of its ending are above criticism; 2 June 1940); also letters of Lord Dunsany, viz., I hardly like to give you advice; partly because you dont need it, but chiefly because it might be a great loss to divert you in any way from what you are doing. Of course if there were a little more story, a little more grip upon the reader, it The Girders, its chance of being accepted by an editor would be increased, and I know a course of reading which if taken once a day after meals for three days would probably strengthen it and yet I would be very reluctant to suggest anything that would destroy your style or vulgarise your stories. The reading I was thinking of was O. Henry, merely with the idea of slightly developing the story in your tales ... You are of course more like the Russians. The other tale does very well and I have no suggestions to make about it, except to wish it luck. PS. I apologise for sayign you are like the Russians. (Caswell, op. cit., 1967, p.41). Caswell further notes that Lavin destroyed the first story [i.e., The Girders]); also cites John Broderick, taped broadcast, Radio Eireann, 3 July 1961, reporting her denial of any Russian influence. [ top ] Frank OConnor, A Short History of Irish Literature (NY: G. P. Putnams Sons 1967), p.229 remarks that Of the principle writers of the period, [the forties and afterwards] only Mary Lavin has come out of it unmarked. Her work seems to be in a class by itself. It is deeply personal, and there are a great many doors in it marked Private. Only once has she written about Irish nationalism; this was in a story called Patriot son, and from my point of view it was once too often. Like Whitmans wild oak in Louisiana, she has stood a little apart from the rest of us. (quoted in Robert W. Caswell, Irish Political Reality and Mary Lavins Tales From Bective Bridge , in Éire-Ireland, 3, 1, Spring 1968, pp.49). [A Short History of Irish Literature is the American edition of The Backward Look: A Survey of Irish Literature London: Macmillan 1967]. [ top ] David Norris, Imaginative Response versus Authority: A Theme of the Anglo-Irish Short Story, in Terence Brown & Patrick Rafroidi, eds., The Irish Short Story (Gerrards Cross: Colin Smythe 1979) : speaks of Frank OConnor and Sean OFaolains treatment of the burden of obligation placed on children by their parents sacrifices, so that they are expected to fulfil, not their own potentialities, but the ambitions and social aspirations of an older generation, and continues: In Mary Lavins world, where Mother Ireland has abandoned her harp for a husters shop, this facet of Irish, indeed human life, is examined in a remarkable story called The Widows Son [Stories of Mary Lavin ]. This is a tale with two endings ; but both are cul de sacs and it is clearly implied that whatever action the widow takes, and whether her son lives or dies, she has in practice lost him anyway, not through mere physical accident but through the gradual hardening of her own emotional arteries. / Perhaps more representative of Mary Lavins art are the two stories Posy and The Will. Either could be taken as a perfect illustration of the title of my essay. In both, a central character whose joyful accord with nature is mirrored in the imagery of freshness and organic growth, comes into conflict with the unyielding structure of conventional social attitudes, yet manages to keep the flag (in Posys case a bright red scarf, and in Lallys a jaunty blue feather) defiantly flying. Most significant of all perhaps, in both stories the clouds part momentarily and the claustrophobic atmosphere of respectability and repression is illuminated by a shaft of imaginative spontaneity whose rays can reach into even the dusty corners of Daniels heart - a And if he never saw the upper sunlit air, nor ever now would see it, by the thrust of her flight, he knew that somewhere the sun shone. (54). [ top ] Evelyn Conlon, review of Leah Levenson, The Fours Seasons of Mary Lavin (Marino 1998), expresses expresses regret that so much of the biography is concerned with the lives of Lavin and her family, and quotes Lavin on the ineptitude of medicos during a hospital stay: if you put yourself in their hands they are capable of doing pregancy tests at 71. [ top ] Sarah Briggs, Mary Lavin: Questions of Identity, Irish Studies Review, No. 15 (Summer 1996), pp.10-15: Briggs underscores the fact that she was born American and completely assimilated to Irish writing, both in the lilt of her Hiberno-English and in her interrogative attitude to the small communities she obsessively studied. It was one of her achievements that she constantly interrogates the very nature of what it means to be Irish, particularly an Irish woman, and it is, perhaps, from the duality of her own background that the question of nationality ... is raised (p.13); Lavin is stressing cultural divisions within Eire, a lack of understanding based on language difficulties and a failure to communicate. In concentrating upon these internal divisions this story [Bridal Sheets] questions the roots of what Irishness means. Bibl., notices dearth of studies, citing Ruth Krawschak, Mary Lavin: A Check List 1939-1979 (Berlin: Erschienen im Selbstverlag 1979), Irish University Review Special Issue (Autumn 1979), &c. [all incorp. in Criticism, supra]. [ top ] Ann Owens Weekes, Irish Women Writers: An Uncharted Tradition (Kentucky UP 1990), cites Frank OConnor writing that Irish men reading Lavin are lost when the revolution practically disappears to be replaced by sensual richness quite foreign to him (OConnor, The Girl at the Gaol Gate, in The Lonely Voice, A Study of the Short Story, Cleveland 1963, 202, 204); quotes Lavin: women are out of their boxes everywhere [30] but individual conscience must always have priority over group belief. (pp.30-31.) [ top ] Maurice Harmon, Mary Lavin: Moralist of the Heart, in Barbara Hayley & Christopher Murray, eds., Ireland and France - A Bountiful Friendship: Essays in Honour of Patrick Rafroidi (Gerrards Cross: Colin Smythe 1992), 107-123pp.: compares The Will,[a story] about the moral superiority and happiness of the sister who marries for love, though becoming slightly disgracefully a landlady in the city, with A Happy Death, concerning the moral disintegration of a man and woman who are unable to live according to the realities of their situation (p.109.) The story moves by a process of gradual revelation of the hidden areas of Mrs Latimers psyche. it [sic] is a form of unconscious confession by which the reader has increased access to her character. The style is attuned to her sensibility [...] (p.111.) The narrators clarity of mind and of memory, her scrupulous honesty, together with her sense of hope and her openness to love and to nature are signs of her worth. By her narrative manner we know her. (p.121.) When Mary Lavin tells us that she has too much to say to be a novelist, she is being neither frivolous nor boastful. Quite clearly she has important things to tell us about ourselves and does so with sophistication, warmth and intelligence. [123; END.] Note: this essay previously appeared in Gaeliana [q. date]; the bibl. cites Lavins Stories (1964, 1974, but not 1985). [ top ] Maurice Harmon, [contrib.], in Maureen Murphy, et al., A Bouquet for Mary, in Irish Literary Supplement (Fall 1996), pp.4-5: Mary Lavins honesty shines through everything she wrote. She had to cope with indecision in her own makeup. She was mentally alert, impetuous, endlessly questioning, and this make it hard to be decisive. Through writing she coped, turning her own complicated sensibility into portrayals of complex, shifting psychological and mental states, dramas of the mind, in which the narrative method, the, syntax the organization, register the intricacies of human nature. She called them vagaries and contraries of the human heart. She spoke of the need for careful watching and absolute sincerity in,how we manage our lives and loves. / At the high point of her career she wrote about widows who refuse to be passive in the face of death, who keep their memories of love, and go forth to encourage experience with openness and with the wisdom of the years. In her final stories she tells what it is like to be old. The generations overlap, grandmothers, mothers, daughters, a new generation of small children. A lesser writer might have shirked the reality of these relationships, their stresses and stains. But Mary Lavin was not a lesser writer. She as always courageous and clear-eyed. Once again she wrote about the vagaries of the human heart, about tensions and failings in the old and young, about the impulse towards love, understanding and tolerance and the feelings and urges that sometimes undermine them. / She is a wonderful writer not for brilliance of technique or formal experimentation, but for the precision, honesty and complexity with which she describes the way we are. Her passing diminishes us, but it also leaves a legacy that enriches us. (p.5; for full text, see RICORSO Library, Criticism > Reviews, via index or direct.) [ top ] Rachael Sealy Lynch, The Fabulous Female Form: The Deadly Erotics of the Male Gaze in Mary Lavins The House in Clewe Street , in Twentieth-century Literature, 43, 3 (1997), writes, Recent critical attention to Mary Lavins The House in Clewe Street has tended to focus on the novels treatment of traditional provincial Irish values, the passing down or rejection of these values in the course of a story spanning three generations and as many social classes, and the losing battle waged by Gabriel, the chief male protagonist, as he struggles and largely fails to extricate himself from the mind-forged manacles of his upbringing. Yet much of this criticism has, surprisingly, failed to recognise this novel for what it is - a relentlessly scathing social commentary. Notes that sundry critics all concur that The House in Clewe Street, despite its sympathy for doomed characters like Onny Soraghan, is not a text in which Irish middle-class morality is seriously questioned, and continues: [e]ven in the least complacent, most sympathetic readings of this disturbing and underanalysed novel [...] the grim details and implications of the narrative, and the parallel development of the servant Onny Soraghan and Gabriel Galloway, the bourgeois heir apparent, remain largely unexplored. (p.326.) What Lavin is detailng here is the early twentieth-century provincial bourgeous version ofa centuries-old Irish tradtion that has inscribed the female in rigid ways, reflecting cultural and religious views on women. Women in Irish culture were and are typically constructed as mothers, love objects, temptresses, servants, nuns, or symbolic embodiments of Ireland. [...] the rigid social codes inscribed in the novel offer a feminist commentary on the ways in which women in Ireland culture are routtinely and, Lavin seems to be suggesting, inescapably trapped by these codes. (p.329.) Lynch concludes: The key to this distasteful and ironic novel is an awareness that it is written with, and indeed derives its force from, an insiders understanding of Gabriels limited perspective, but that this effort of understanding is neither sympathy nor concurrence. The House in Clewe Street has been harmed by easy critical assumptions [...]. (p.336.) Bibl. incls. [inter al.] Carolyn G. Heilbrun, Writing a Womans Life (NY: Northon 1988); Mary Daly, Gyn/Ecology: The metaethics of Radical Feminism (Boston: Beacon 1990); Eavan Boland, Object Lessons [ ... &c. ] (Carcanet 1995), et al. [ top ] References Seamus Deane, gen. ed., The Field Day Anthology of Irish Writing (Derry: Field Day CO. 1991), Vol. 2, selects from A Single Lady (1951), A Visit to the Cemetery [1198-201];from In the Middle of the Fields, In the Middle of the Fields [1201-08; 1024-45; 1222, WORKS [as supra], Life & Criticism [both as supra]. Janet Egleson Dunleavy, Contemporary Irish Women Novelists, in British and Irish Novels, ed. James Acheson (1991) [q.pp.], cites novels, The House in Clewe Street (1945); Mary OGrady (1950); novellas, The Becker Wives (first publ. in The Becker Wives and Other Stories, 1946; separately as novel, The Becker Wives, 1971); a Happy Death, in The Becker Wives and Other Stories (1946); A Memory and Villa Violetta, in A Memory and Other Stories (1972); A Bevy of Aunts, in Family Likeness (London: Constable 1985). [ top ] Southen Illinois University holds a collection of Mary Lavin Papers, consisting of 20 short stories in MSS incl. The Pastor of Six Mile Bush and A Gentle Soul (composed earlier than 1951) a draft of Catharsis from 1953 along with others written between 1958-1964, all published in The Great Wave and Other Stories (1961) and In the Middle of the Fields (1969) - lacking only five from the former and only The Mock Auction from the latter; also fragments and notes of essays on the short story and some letters exchanged with the editors of magazines. There are multiple versions of most of the stories in the collection, many in Lavins hand, including fifteen to twenty drafts each of a number of stories and more than thirty drafts of A Lucky Pair, The Cuckoo Spit and One Summer. The collection documents Lavins lengthy composing process, showing how carefully each story is reworked before it is ready for publication. The more than forty drafts of One Summer, for example, range from August 1962 to October 1965. Additional holdings include eight letters to and from Denys Val Baker, The New Yorker and Lord Dunsany dating from 1963 to 1977 and holograph fragments of The Cuckoo Spit and Mary OGrady. Also held here is an xerox copy her thesis The Construction of the Novel and Jane Austen (NUI 1936). [See online.] Belfast Public Library holds The House in Clew Street (1945) and six other titles. [ top ] Quotations [ top ] Notes Kith & Kin: Mary Lavins daughter Caroline Walsh was appointed Literary Editor of the Irish Times in succession to John Banville, and is married to James Ryan, novelist. More arrows: in reviewing David Marcus, ed., The Faber Book of Best New Irish Short Stories (2007), Liam Harte writes: Éilís Ní Dhuibhnes pungent satire A Literary Lunch [...] skewers the snobberies and grievances of literary Dublin, and then fashions a hilarious ending from the creative-writing axiom that a short story is an arrow in flight towards its target. 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