The Forester’s Daughter is a story that focuses on a farming family in rural Ireland, set at an indeterminate time in the mid-20th century. The couple in this story are feeling the financial pressures associated with farming and parenting, and along with internal pressures within their marriage, there is a volatility within this household that has its own presence. As to be expected when it comes to Claire Keegan, so much is conveyed with the minimum of words. The narrative has the feel of a fairytale about it, from the omniscient narration to the manner in which the characters are referred: the father is known by his surname, Deegan, the mother is Martha, the sons are the Eldest and the Simpleton, and the daughter is the Girl. All of this keeps you somewhat removed from the story, keeping the characters as characters, I felt, instead of allowing them to become people to care about.
I have enjoyed both of the other works by Claire Keegan that I’ve read, Small Things Like These in particular, and So Late in the Day. But I found less to appreciate in this one. Like all fairytales, there was cautionary message contained within its folds, and in this case, it seemed to be a warning about the many ways in which marriage will ruin your life. Not only did this couple not love each other, they didn’t even like each other. Deegan infers some sort of other worldliness about his wife, particularly when she is telling stories to the neighbourhood, and this appears to be the only time they ever sleep together, after her storytelling sessions, so that he can reassure himself she is real, and not some sort of other being. There was no relationship between them and their children, indeed, Martha seemed to love her chickens more than her children. The mere fact that one of them was referred to as a simpleton speaks volumes. When Deegan comes home with a dog he has found, his daughter mistakenly thinks it is for her because it happens to be her birthday, of which he was completely unaware. It was like a household made up of strangers connected by blood merely existing within the same place and only occasionally noticing each other.
What has appeared as recurrent themes within the other stories by Keegan that I’ve read felt like a preoccupation within this story. All men will fail you; they don’t love their children, they don’t love you, marriage is a trap that will ruin your life, children will wear you down. And if all of that isn’t enough to make you want to stick your head in the oven, one of your children might burn your house down while you’re sleeping and all of the money you’ve been hoarding for your long planned escape by skimming off the groceries and underfeeding your family will go up in flames and all you’ll be left with are those wretched ungrateful children and that loser husband who you never should have married. Are you depressed yet? I haven’t even mentioned the fate of the poor dog.
I still have more Claire Keegan on my shelf to read, the short story collection, Antarctica. I think I will approach this with a mixed mindset now after having read The Forester’s Daughter. I understand from reading interviews with Keegan that she draws heavily on the Ireland of her childhood, a time and place she indicates as misogynistic, weighted down by religion and family violence, a mirror of her own fractured family dynamics. While I appreciate her skill as a writer, the beautiful way she encapsulates a whole world within the confines of a short story or a novella, I don’t feel she is an author whose work I can devour as a whole. I choose to believe, coming from a similar set of childhood circumstances, that there is more to men, marriage, and motherhood, than what she has so far portrayed.