While a floundering Irish government clings to its illusion of power and an international troika waits in the wings, Martin - a mid-ranking civil servant - finds himself alone in a Beijing hotel: a superfluous accessory in a delegation accompanying a Minister to China.
Set at a time when illusions of great wealth are being stripped away from Martin's neighbours, forced to confront the actuality of being soddled with insurmountable debt, "The Fall of Ireland" is a subtle meditation on the thin line between illusion and actuality: a study of a homesick man in the gilded cage of a luxury hotel, forced to take stock of his life and uravel which elements are real and which are subconscious deceptions.
In a cat-and-mouse encounter with a Chinese masseuse, Martin is drawn into a world of sexual politics beyond his experience, where he struggles to bridge the gap between the chameleon face of someone at work and the reality when everything is stripped bare, with nowhere left to hide from the anxieties, longings and contradictions in his head.
At once an intimate human study and a subtle portrait of a country in flux, Dermot Bolger's superb new novella explores what changes in the human codition and what remains inalterably enduring.
Dermot Bolger is an Irish novelist, playwright and poet born in Finglas, a suburb of Dublin.
His work is often concerned with the articulation of the experiences of working-class characters who, for various reasons, feel alienated from society. Bolger questions the relevance of traditional nationalist concepts of Irishness, arguing for a more plural and inclusive society.
In the late 1970s Bolger set up Raven Arts Press, which he ran until 1992 when he co-founded New Island Press.
I admit a certain bias as Dermot was in my year at school, though we did not know each other, but, our wives (his beloved widow, Bernie), trained as nurses together and were good friends even though they would only meet intermittently in later years. His works were often read in our class, though he was a student in another, and courageously setting up Raven Arts Publishing House in his teens, he gave a "first break" to many now prominent and eminent Irish authors and poets. I have attended some of his readings and he is a skilled editor and interviewer.
In this novella, Dermot Bolger mirrors Ireland’s fall from trumped-up Celtic Tiger glory into recessionary, IMF-controlled disgrace with an intimate psychological portrait of Martin, a middling civil servant, caught in a career rut and mid-life crisis, on a keeping-up-appearances St. Patrick’s Day visit to Beijing. Martin's sole purpose is to ensure his Junior Minister seems important and to make his counterparts in the lower levels of the Chinese government feel as though they are being listened to by an influential Western politician.
Life is less than rosy back in Ireland for Martin and his life is somewhat directionless and unfulfilled. While he believes that he has built loving relationship with his three teen-age daughters (and – unlike his neighbors – the satisfaction of actually owning his house in a now recessionary Ireland and never investing, lemming like with his fellow citizens, in a deluxe rental in Bulgaria in the quest for material wealth, a quest basically driven by greed) he is increasingly estranged from his wife, Rachel, who, herself in the middle of a menopause and in trying to find herself after accepting an early retirement package from her own career, has communicated, somewhat dismissively, that she no longer cares for Martin on an emotional, or, on a physical level.
Chilling out in his luxury hotel room, he is alone with his thoughts after being informed by his Junior Minister that his presence on the remainder of the junket is not required. In a form of rebellion, fuelled by boredom and lonliness, that would be of little consequence to some, but, is a big deal for Martin, who still yearns for his wife, he calls a masseuse to his room. She awakens in him what he wants, or, what he needs, and what he will never have.
Even though a novella, some scenes are overdone e.g. it may have been best to leave it to the reader to conclude that “his fall had been as abrupt and humiliating as the fall of Ireland”, the novella is still worth exploring as a metaphor devised by Dermot Bolger, somewhat keening for his country and it's lost, temporarily we hope, people. Typical of this skilled, and often under-rated writer (his shyness may have a lot to do with this), the novella is still rich in detail, a believable portrait of a person and a state of mind we, especially of a certain age and at this time in 2015, can empathise with!
A good and a brief read, a novella, a representation of the recent times, probably from 2008 to 2014 especially, imposed on us Irish citizenry by our failed, and somewhat corrupt, political, banking and entrepreneurial leaders, and from which we, despite our Government, but, through fiscal rectitude imposed by the EU, IMF and Frau Merkel, as well as our own hard work and sacrifices, are slowing emerging.
Set in Ireland at the time of the banking crisis. The government (as in many countries) has contributed to, but is useless at finding solutions, and the future of the country is in the hands of the IMF. Martin, a senior civil servant is equally aware of the reasons for, but powerless to arrest his disintegrating marriage. Alone in a hotel room in China on a trade mission, he has plenty of time on his hands to think. Even within the fake world of a career diplomat, he constantly tries to maintain his self-worth. As the story unfolds, I think he does.
This novella was a joy to read. The description of married life, the decline of it in parallel with the decline of the Isih economy was excellent. Loved it.