This is a very odd novel about the Easter Rising of 1916. It's main character is not one of the Volunteers or Citizen Army men who turned out on Easter Monday, but some bloke from Galway who has lost all his money after a drinking session and gets talked into taking part by a mother he bumps into on O'Connell Street, desperate that he look after her Volunteer son. This son, far from being the heroic warrior of Republican legend, legs it halfway through the Rising and isn't seen or heard from again. By this time, however, the Galway chap has developed a weird fixation with his commanding officer.
In 1950, when this book first appeared, the Rising was being mythologised. Brave men, it was said, had sacrificed their lives selflessly for the cause of Irish freedom. They were Ireland's Founding Fathers, secular saints, no less. In this context, the fact that Insurrection's main characters have such a collection of varying, highly personal motivations (not to mention the very un-nationalist behaviour of the average Dubliner here depicted), makes you wonder if there isn't a strong element of 'proto-revisionism' here. If so, this is to be applauded, but it is not entirely successful. The main character makes hardly any sense at all.
The book does have some excellent descriptive passages; its account of the fighting at Boland's Mill is excellent. It is a shame, then, that it concocts a climax for its frankly deranged protagonist by abandoning its historical accuracy and creating an event that didn't actually happen.