First published in 1966, Aidan Higgins' first novel, Langrishe, Go Down, is regarded as an Irish classic. It won the James Tait Black Memorial Prize and the Irish Academy of Letters Award, and was later made into a television movie based on a screenplay by the great Harold Pinter.
It is by no means an easy read -- it features literary flourishes characteristic of high modernism and a narrative that switches between third person and first person seemingly on a whim -- but it is a rich and rewarding one. I also found it profoundly moving.
The story is set in rural Ireland in the 1930s. Four middle-aged sisters live in a crumbling estate set on 72 acres in Celbridge, County Kildare. They are unusual in that they are landed Catholics, but their parents are dead and the money has long since run out. But their social standing remains, even if the only way they can pay their bills is to cut down a stately ash tree in the garden for two quid (a trend started by their late father, who felled trees and sold them for firewood when he was desperate for cash).
The book opens with the older sister, Helen, taking a crowded bus journey back home from an outing in Dublin. It is evening and the bus is awash with "circles of bilious light" and "warm gusts of sweetish nauseous air", all brought incredibly alive by Higgins' masterful writing. Without any mention of time or date, we get an immediate sense of period by the Evening Herald lying open on Helen's knee:
Well muffled up against the elements, the passengers read that the Italians were arming, that Herr von Ribbentrop had made a provocative speech at the Leipzig Fair, that the Pope had graciously given audience to Monsignor Pisani, Archbishop of Tomi. General Franco had spoken on the destined march of free Spain. At Melbourne, in cool summer weather, Australia had retained the Ashes.
By the time Helen gets home, we know the world is in a dire situation, that the Spanish Civil War is in full swing and the trouble is brewing in Germany. But the home front isn't much better. Helen's younger sister, Imogen, is prone to hypochondria and spends her days in bed, not wanting to rise, and her diet, comprising thin omelets sprinkled with parsley, has left her pale and weak. But what led to this situation?
The answer is revealed in part II, when the story jumps back in time, to 1932. In just over 150 pages, Higgins details the secret affair Imogen leads with her German lover, Otto Beck, a mature-age student who lives on the Langrishe farm. Otto is an intellectual, well read, well travelled and prone to talking endlessly about himself and his studies. (He is working on a thesis entitled The Ossianic Problem and the Actual Folk Sagas and Customs in 17th Century Ireland with special reference to the work of Goethe and the Brothers Grimm: a sociological-philological-critical study, a title that Imogen so deftly points out is "a bit of a mouthful".) Imogen, a 40-something virgin, sees him as her last chance to experience love.
They embark on a passionate affair -- which lasts "two springs, two summers, three autumns and two winters" -- and suddenly Imogen's rather routine domestic life takes on a new exciting element. But when she begins to realise that self-absorbed Otto is taking her for granted, that he is only interested in her body and not her mind, the relationship hits rocky ground. I don't think it is a spoiler to say it ends badly, but it is heart-rending to read.
The breakdown of their relationship is perhaps a metaphor for the tragic decline of the house in which Imogen was raised. As the property falls into ruin, so, too, does Imogen's simple, chaste life. Similarly, the ties that bind the sisters together begin to fray until very little love or friendship between them remains. And we could take it even further and suggest it mirrors the demise of Ireland's old order of power, too.
If this sounds like a terribly melancholy story, then you'd be right. It's heart-breaking in places, particularly when you realise that much of Imogen's behaviour is characterised by small acts of desperation in order to escape her dull, dreary life. But there's other emotion here, too, including love, passion and sexual desire, which balances the despair.
While this novel won't be to everyone's tastes -- too literary, too modernist, too experimental -- I thoroughly enjoyed it, not least because it took me right out of my comfort zone and introduced me to a novel regarded by so many as a masterpiece.