New Ways To Kill Your Mother by Colm Toibin
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In March last year an essay by Colm Toibin appeared in the London Review of Books. It was called "The Importance of Aunts" and, in a slightly modified version, is included as a kind of prologue to this new collection of essays. The aunts are creations of Jane Austen and Henry James and stand in, in various ways, for absent mothers - mothers whose absence works in favour of drama and autonomy for a range of central characters.
This opening essay is full of forthrightness and aplomb and insights ("Austen has the ingenious idea of making the sofa, rather than the household, the realm over which Lady Bertram reigns"). It is also notable for featuring a female author, for the first and last time. And it makes a benign introduction to the domestic clashes, enormities and adversities which follow. Writers and their families, whether happy (W.B. Yeats and his wife George, Roddy Doyle's parents) or unhappy (almost everyone else): this subject is the tie that binds these pieces. Since most were conceived as reviews of biographies, the imperfections of lives and works are available to be surveyed with wit and dispassion.
New Ways To Kill Your Mother is divided into two parts: "Ireland" and "Elsewhere". Out of Ireland come Synge, Yeats, Beckett and Sebastian Barry, among others. How they deal with problem parents, real or metaphorical, and problems involving parents, is a central motif. You have Dublin Protestant matriarchs such as Mrs Beckett and Mrs Synge suffering failures of understanding with regard to their sons; you have Yeats and his father exchanging roles in their letters. Other fathers - Henry James', for example, or V.S. Naipaul's - have made a hash of the very activities at which some among their offspring excel.
It all makes for intricacy and paradox, often leading to stupendous effects in the works of playful (or wishful) matricides and parricides. In one figure, the destructive-turned-productive impulse is exorbitantly embodied: Christy Mahon, the daddy of them all.
Ireland is a pretty good source of familial predicaments, and these extend to the country itself: the loyalties it imposes and the tributes it exacts. Toibin has especial praise for those, like John Banville, like Roddy Doyle, in the business of demolishing nationalist pieties.
