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216 LITERATÛRZINÂTNE, FOLKLORISTIKA, MÂKSLA<br />
tural backwater that time forgot. He said no one who ever did anything stayed in<br />
Ireland. You had to get out to be recognized.” 12<br />
However, as it is proven later, he heavily pays for his youthful maximalism. Everything<br />
is reversed in this modern version of exile; although the causes of emigration such<br />
as “inflations, cuts, unemployment, all of that” are “[the] same old story” 13 , Eddie has<br />
not achieved anything in comparison to his Joycean counterpart Gallaher. In several<br />
pages, or in several years if we follow the plot, there comes a refutation: “The old career<br />
hadn’t been going exactly to plan. He was getting there alright. But much slower<br />
that he thought. Still, that was the business. Things got a bit lonely, he said. He got so<br />
frustrated, so down. It was hard being an exile. He didn’t want to be pretentious or<br />
anything, but he knew how Sam Beckett must have felt.” 14 The last words of the invitation<br />
“to come here [in London] for good” 15 sound as unconscious self–mockery.<br />
The first story sets the tone for the whole volume: the time for emigration has<br />
gone; now it is time to see the results. The reader enters the space where former or,<br />
rather, New Dubliners strive to live. The previously unknown territory today is rendered<br />
habitable, nevertheless the background constantly reminds of itself, making<br />
Irish people alien or Other.<br />
The demarcation line is deeply rooted in the minds of both parties. A taxi driver<br />
whose wife is half Irish “loved Ireland”. “Lovely country. Terrible what was going<br />
on over there, though. He said they were bloody savages.” 16 Thinking of the problematic<br />
space, he unintentionally switches to the usage of the pronoun ‘they’, thus<br />
subconsciously marking the border separating two worlds.<br />
The experience of crossing the real border is vividly described by the narrator of<br />
the next story Mothers Were All the Same. “I hadn’t done anything but the way he<br />
[custom officer] looked at me made me feel like some kind of terrorist, just the same.”<br />
17 The topical theme of terrorism is ever–present in the book. “There were posters<br />
everywhere, saying that unattended luggage would be removed by the cops and<br />
blown up.” 18 The territory of the conflict is full of soldiers; “everybody seemed to be<br />
wearing a uniform”. 19 These are only small fragments to construct the whole picture<br />
from; the oppressiveness of the atmosphere is masterfully recreated through such<br />
unobtrusive remarks.<br />
Irish authors naturally concern themselves with the problems of power; terrorism,<br />
the police state, armed rebellion as well as the nature of politics and the consequences<br />
of political action are the themes Irish writers are drawn to. They, “conscious<br />
of the troubled history of their country struggle for independence and by the continuing<br />
sharp and cruel division between Catholic and Protestant in the North, cannot<br />
avoid acquiring [such] a body of experience…” 20<br />
But, returning to the plot line, finally the narrator comes to London, “such an<br />
overwhelming place. So huge and anonymous and impersonal. So different from<br />
Dublin.” 21 However, impressions become ambiguously verbalized when realistic details<br />
such as dirty phone boxes full of prostitutes’ advertisements, too expensive cafés<br />
and El Dorado hotels immediately ruining any expectations raised by the name, are<br />
depicted. Certainly it is not the whole picture, but that is the part observed by the<br />
majority of newcomers. Feelings of unreality, irrationality and absurdity sprout from<br />
the tension between great expectations and freezy welcome of the paradise regained.