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Fitting into the theme for International Women’s Day 2014 this Irish literary treasure is top of the list.

Inspiring change, raising a glass to the great Edna O’Brien

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Fitting into the theme for International Women’s Day 2014 this Irish literary treasure is top of the list.

Inspiring Change is the theme for International Women’s Day 2014 a day when we celebrate the social, political and economic achievements of women while at the same time underscoring those issues that need more global attention and action. When I think of women who have challenged the status quo in my lifetime, women who have inspired change, invariably Edna O'Brien, is at the top of my list.

She was the first woman to commit to paper anything that made any sense to me, and I love her for that. For my money, O'Brien stands out as the first woman to lambast my Ireland’s constraints on women, and in her own over-the-top life, she has flung the door wide open on what it means to be yourself, to live, out loud.  She makes me want to stand up and cheer her on, even more so because there's part of me that worries about how lonely she might be at the end of a day. There is a poignant scene in The Country Girls,  when she describes Kate's mother as she waves goodbye, and I don't like to think of Edna O'Brien sad and lonely at 84:

“She was waving. In her brown dress, she looked sad, the farther I went, the sadder she looked. Like a sparrow in the snow, brown and anxious and lonesome.”

I own everything she has ever written and even some things that have been written about her, the latter not always  favorable.  I even saved the seven page hand-written paper I wrote about her at Queen’s University Belfast in 1982 with the nice comment in red ink deeming it "A very perceptive, well presented and documented survey." Mind you, I only got 75%, which I swear was very good at the time, but by today's standards, wouldn't that be considered terribly mediocre? A "C" by any other name?

I suppose I should be thankful anything had been written about Edna O'Brien at all. To this day, she remains critically ignored in Irish literary history, as she was in 1982, when I informed my college tutor, that Ms. O'Brien would be the subject of my dissertation on Irish Fiction Since James Joyce. He pointed out that it was entirely up to me, and good luck of course, but to bear in mind that, unlike Joyce's body of work, Edna O'Brien's fiction had not been the subject of "substantial critical inquiry." Well, that was a bit unfair, but it was true. So while everybody else was checking out dusty hard-back books about bloody Samuel Beckett and Sean O'Casey, I spent hours in the Stranmillis Library when it would have been easier to go to the Errigle Inn to hear Kenny McDowell and Jim Armstrong play than find a handful of words in a tattered periodical about Edna O'Brien suffering the same indignity as James Joyce and Frank O'Connor in having had her books banned.

Her Country Girls, published in 1960 - before The Beatles released their first album and before Lady Chatterly's Lover had been banned - was banned for its 'explicit sexual content," content that offended a Roman Catholic Church that has, in recent years, offended me infinitely more than Edna O'Brien ever did, yet she was driven into exile. For words published in a book! Banished - as were all the very best Irish writers. What were people so afraid of? I suppose we could take a look back to around the time O'Brien was born. In 1927, then Bishop of Ardagh had this to say about the danger to the "Irish" character:

“In many respects, the danger to our national characteristic is greater now than ever. The foreign press is more widely diffused among us; the cinema brings very vivid representations of foreign manners an customs, and the radio will bring foreign music, and the propagation of foreign ideals.”

Add to that the novelty of television and a new kind of popular press in the 1950s when a young Edna O'Brien began writing, and the same speech applies. To be Irish was to cleave to a certain set of values, to heed your elders, hold your tongue, and mind your manners. Edna O'Brien wasn't having any of that. She was a different kind of woman, stepping up and out to challenge the Irish establishment that had so many of us tied in knots with our parents, priests, politicians.  I would never have encountered this woman from County Clare, had it not been for Brian Baird who, in addition to reading the six o'clock news with gravitas on UTV every night, was my Tutor at Stranmillis University College Belfast. I will never forget him.

Some years later, I sent him a letter to say thank you. We should thank our great teachers. Too, I was about to teach an Irish literature class, and I wondered if Mr. Baird would share with me his course outline and a reading list.  He obliged, and to this day, his letter and the list of works, remain carefully folded between pages 186 and 187 of the Collected Poems of Patrick Kavanagh.

It angers me to know that cancer took my Mr. Baird eight years after he sent me this letter. Cancer. There’s just no getting away from it. I hate it.

Mr. Baird, I would give anything to run in to you, just one more time, at The Lyric Theater on Ridgeway Street, just a few doors down from where I lived when I was a student. Before a play perhaps, as you are enjoying a cigar and a laugh with local playwrights, your thick gold bracelet chinking against a brandy glass as you raise it to one of your students on the other side of the lobby. This time, I would say hello and ask if he thought the play was going to be all it was cracked up to be. I would be like Edna O'Brien, unafraid and confident, with the voice she helped me find so I could move in a world where women are still struggling. Oh, Mr. Baird, I am still learning. When I wrote that essay for him, I included something Edna O'Brien had shared in an interview, and it resonates with me still:

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